The 8.15

Vagaries of a London commute

‘Move along the train’ they shout

Can no-one see

She’s squashed between pole and gentleman, rather stout.

‘Move along the train’ they shout

Stand back from the doors then

Allow those trapped passengers out?

‘Move along the train’ they shout

Sweating, tired, thirsty

But we’ll return tomorrow to endure another bout.

‘Move along the train’ we politely say

If they don’t move

On this windy platform we shall have to stay.

‘Move along the train’ we politely say

Epic fail to alight the earlier train

Should anyone, for this hassle, really have to pay?

‘Move along the train’ we politely say

Going to miss that meeting

Just like yesterday.