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Oh what a joy to catch a train, The seats so tight my legs in pain, listening to a chatter the most inane, 60 quid? I think I’ll complain. Chewing gum marks my seat, A miserable rabble crammed in like sheep, a death camp cruiser is not an imaginative leap, the vibrating windows mean I can’t even sleep. And now here comes a smelly man, to sit next to me with his can, the intelligently nostrilled away they ran, When did this creature stop giving a **** A child’s cry ruptures my ears, and merges with the perfumes of old dears, a concoction so horrific it nearly brings me to tears, where’s that smelly ******* gone? I think I’ll have one of his beers.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
Ode to Northern Rail
Oh what a joy to catch a train, The seats so tight my legs in pain, listening to a chatter the most inane, 60 quid? I think I’ll complain. Chewing gum marks my seat, A miserable rabble crammed in like sheep, a death camp cruiser is not an imaginative leap, the vibrating windows mean I can’t even sleep. And now here comes a smelly man, to sit next to me with his can, the intelligently nostrilled away they ran, When did this creature stop giving a **** A child’s cry ruptures my ears, and merges with the perfumes of old dears, a concoction so horrific it nearly brings me to tears, where’s that smelly ******* gone? I think I’ll have one of his beers.
james-preston
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
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