Steam Train, Praise And Blame, Comic poem by Angela Lansbury - comic poem number 204

 

Author

Poetry Which Rhymes

That train, that train, that train again, 

It trains my whole mind to reframe, 

To times when I, a wondering child, 

Enjoyed time wandering in the wild, 

Would see the puffing , swirling steam, 

A white delight to save for dreams.

 

Good to behold, but truth be told

Steam trains would turn white washing black

And veil the air, pollute your lungs

Cleaner times now, no going back

Some kind driver has spent all day

To bring this vision down our way

Amazed that with our legislation

Who lets pollution hit our station?

Arrive by day, escape by night

I don't ask. I am too polite.

So let's just keep our fantasy

And let our eyes feast on steam's dance

And dream of good times in a trance

Re-living innocence - rare chance.

We now have clean, fast electric trains

Yet let, slow, steam trains, decorate our brains.

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Confession Of The Accident-Prone Tormented Traveller. Comic poem number 149 by Angela Lansbury.

I wore pink and black to a funeral

When the others all wore black

I crawled on the floor under the pew

Reversed my jacket before the priest turned back

Disasters always happen to me

But they also happen to you

As I fly by, into spiders' nets

Beside you, you know it's true

Because I'm the anxious passenger

While you're the optimistic driver

Luckily I'm a survivor

But I wouldn't bet a fiver

Last week we got a parking ticket

And then the congestion charge

You shrugged, and said, just once in a while

The two fines, and my stress, were large

I've travelled a lot, near and far

Loved Corsica, 'til knocked down by a car 

On campsites I was unhappily muddied

I drove home, found my street was flooded

One boarding mishap can be blamed on me

I left my passport behind at security

Crew tried to stop racing back off the plane

I promise I'll never do that again.

Now you off travelling

Friends ask, "D'you mind being alone?"

Yes, I do, but travelling is so stressful

I'd rather fall off chairs and trip over at home.

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I changed, then add to the last line to I'd rather trip over at home, trip and trip over being useful puns.

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