At Gordon Hill
I climbed aboard
A lazy day
For being bored
Enfield sweltered
Beneath the sun
Then I saw her
She looked like fun
Her torn blue jeans
Showed sun-brown thigh
As Hertfordshire
Slipped quickly by
An English miss
Of that no doubt
My usual type
Is short and stout
But on that train
Just her and I
Her slender form
Did keep my eye
Both Welwyn bound
A summer's day
I fantasised
Us in the hay
That kept the shade
Of her fair hair
They put her there
For me to stare
A poster girl
She was you see
On British Rail's
Class Three One Three.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
At Gordon Hill
I climbed aboard
A lazy day
For being bored
Enfield sweltered
Beneath the sun
Then I saw her
She looked like fun
Her torn blue jeans
Showed sun-brown thigh
As Hertfordshire
Slipped quickly by
An English miss
Of that no doubt
My usual type
Is short and stout
But on that train
Just her and I
Her slender form
Did keep my eye
Both Welwyn bound
A summer's day
I fantasised
Us in the hay
That kept the shade
Of her fair hair
They put her there
For me to stare
A poster girl
She was you see
On British Rail's
Class Three One Three.
