I was gonna write about my journey on the train, but I decided to write a poem instead. Enjoy!

I stood on the tube this morning
And came over all feeble
I had the misfortune to stand among
Some strange-smelling people.

One man (I couldn’t work out which one)
Smelt weird, just like a bin,
One full of rubbish or some such luggage
And filled right up to the brim.

Another man (I kid you not),
His breath smelt like a rubber tyre
He breathed over my shoulder and into my face
(Just in case you think I’m a liar)

The train was packed and I couldn’t stand back
With no room to even turn my paper,
There was no escape, I was surrounded
So I tutted until they left later.

© 2013


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