Regular as clockwork
the spotters gather there
binoculars and notebooks
as up the track they stare
assembled on the platform
with all the day to spare
they put the world to rights
and wait without a care
clad in finest anorak
tweed caps are in this year
their fleecy inners covering
heads once thick with hair
Every day I see them
sometimes just a pair
shuffling on the concrete
sometimes with a chair
Pensions less than peanuts
Blame young Tony Blair
But everything forgotten
at sight of one thats rare
Life is breathed to tired legs
nostrils start to flare
sweaty palms note hastily
with eager thank you prayer
And oh the day the Queen came
They stood in open air
and cheered to see that engine
sweep in with royal flare
I'll not be hear to watch you
From comfy office chair
From now on I'll be missing
But I know you'll still be there