Mind the Gap
There’s a new Poem on the Underground,
Right next to the ad for the dating app –
Looks like there’s another one, further down,
On the other end of the network map.
But the train’s too full to shuffle along,
So I’ve just this one to read today –
On my morning commute with the weary throng,
Through another week of beige and grey.
So let’s see what it has to say:
As the carriage rattles and brake-shoes feud,
The poem prattles on solitude –
As my neighbours crush me, jolt and seethe,
It says don’t touch me, let me breathe –
As the battered shrubs and brownfields pass,
Its country clubs are a joy of grass –
In a world of stressed anomalies
It offers endless homilies.
I must confess, I’d rather comedies…
Rhyming Couplets 