Could one move down in the middle of the train
A polite request with no disdain
Blank looks at best from those with space
Others show scorn upon their face
Sardines at home beside the door
But space for feet we search some more
The men that read "The Times" near by
They'll give you room.....and pigs will fly
The popular station it now approaches
We'll all get off these crowded coaches
Those at the door will fall out first
But now the middle man's at his worst
They don't move down for people to board
But push right past the leaving hoard
To alight in first place is all they're after
Ignoring derision and sarcastic laughter
But now the train is not so full
The middle men less, they're on the dole
Arrogant passengers when they're incumbent
Now not so clever cos they're redundant
06/01/10 © Steve Coltman