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Below are a couple of poems i wrote over the years. The first one was around ten years ago so certain things would've changed since i wrote it but here goes.
A day at Southampton Central
On a crowded platform the passengers await
a train for London that's five minutes late
on platform one the train arrives
it should be ten coaches but formed of just five
a miserable morning pouring with rain
the Vics are terminating at Fareham again
this is outrageous a passenger shouted and frowned
as he'd arrived with no ticket and fined twenty pound
a T.C.F in the tunnel oh what fun
now the lines through the tunnel
are reduced to just one
a Pompey on the island awaiting the road
as a Freigtliner passes with it's heavy load
Duty station managers have come on leaps and bounds
now the s**t's hit the fan none can be found
in comes the late Virgin all silver and red
no longer for Bournemouth it terminates instead
the Cardiff is cancelled we inform passengers with tact
when the next one arrives it's two coaches are packed
now the problems have eased off a bit
the next train on four is due to split
the shunter is ready and waiting with pride
but now he's p*ssed off coz pipes on wrong side
and after a day full of sorrow
we can all look forward to the same thing tomorrow.
This one I wrote around 23 years ago when i was about 17
Night time on the Island of Sodor
It's night time and Thomas is in the shed
The Fat Controller's going to bed
Henry and James are in the shed too
teasing Thomas because his paintworks blue
Thomas said hey Henry with you being green
it's the worst colour I've ever seen
and James you being read
it's the colour everyone will dread
so instead of teasing and being a drip
just shut your eyes
and get some kip
so in the morning it was known to be said
they'll never tease Thomas again in the shed
What do you think? Perhaps some of you guy's and Gal's can have a go and maybe do better?
Marv
A day at Southampton Central
On a crowded platform the passengers await
a train for London that's five minutes late
on platform one the train arrives
it should be ten coaches but formed of just five
a miserable morning pouring with rain
the Vics are terminating at Fareham again
this is outrageous a passenger shouted and frowned
as he'd arrived with no ticket and fined twenty pound
a T.C.F in the tunnel oh what fun
now the lines through the tunnel
are reduced to just one
a Pompey on the island awaiting the road
as a Freigtliner passes with it's heavy load
Duty station managers have come on leaps and bounds
now the s**t's hit the fan none can be found
in comes the late Virgin all silver and red
no longer for Bournemouth it terminates instead
the Cardiff is cancelled we inform passengers with tact
when the next one arrives it's two coaches are packed
now the problems have eased off a bit
the next train on four is due to split
the shunter is ready and waiting with pride
but now he's p*ssed off coz pipes on wrong side
and after a day full of sorrow
we can all look forward to the same thing tomorrow.
This one I wrote around 23 years ago when i was about 17
Night time on the Island of Sodor
It's night time and Thomas is in the shed
The Fat Controller's going to bed
Henry and James are in the shed too
teasing Thomas because his paintworks blue
Thomas said hey Henry with you being green
it's the worst colour I've ever seen
and James you being read
it's the colour everyone will dread
so instead of teasing and being a drip
just shut your eyes
and get some kip
so in the morning it was known to be said
they'll never tease Thomas again in the shed
What do you think? Perhaps some of you guy's and Gal's can have a go and maybe do better?
Marv
