Just a Thought
Once in the bath
Twice in the rain
This commuting lark
Will never change
London Bridge or Charing Cross
Doesn’t matter which
I’m totally lost
Yesterday a holiday
I had my sanity
Back to routine
Back to insanity
London Bridge or Charing Cross
Don’t matter which
This commuting larks
Given me a nervous twitch
Same people, same places
Same look, same faces
Spare a cell for the poor commuter
Straight jacket, purple pills and a new computer
For everything’s computerised
Look at him, he’s got digital eyes
And him, he’s got the Times
A crossword and he gets the signs
No FT, no comment
No train, an advent
I’m laughing it off in my padded cell
This commuting lark can go to hell
© Andrea Hale