People play their stuff,
People smoke their stuff, don’t care!
Put up and shut up!!

The tain travels slow,
Crawling and creeping along.
It hears my complaint.
As complex as simple is.
I use them virtually every day, The slow trains, the late trains the delayed trains the fast trains, the trains I sleep on, the special trains and when it rains
People play their stuff,
People smoke their stuff, don’t care!
Put up and shut up!!

The tain travels slow,
Crawling and creeping along.
It hears my complaint.
It’s a long weekend,
Work comes to a speedy end,
Catch the early train.
Have a good weekend,
You can say to more people.
And make sure you do!
Mist hangs on cobwebs,
And straining its fine web strings.
Small droplets forming.

Early morning train,
Kicked off for next crowded train.
Standing all the way.
Another warm day,
A crowded train to London.
Feel the little breeze.
The music’s playing,
Many songs in different ears,
Each one to their own.
I wrote a few lines,
They have just disappeared,
Here is some new stuff.

I should be working,
But the trains rocking goes on,
Makes me want to sleep.
It’s so gray today,
The mist hangs from cloudy skies,
Enshroulding the land.
The train speeding on,
Uncaring and un-seeing,
Sees not, Spring’s waiting!
Up and out early,
Down the land and up the land,
We will get there soon.

Stockport Station now,
We going further northwards,
On a virgin train
Yes it’s Bolloxit,
Brexit mess, Government’s blamed,
May’s reeling about.

The sun set lovely,
I saw it through the window,
As the train whizz by.
What a white wash farse,
Article 50 revoke.
No! They’ll debate it.
Morning train, grey skies,
“Another workday”, he sighs,
Waiting for his break.
Work, trains and buses,
Another work day coming.
Tomorrow just comes.

Time, fitness, fun, peace,
A few things I really want.
Time above the rest.