The Southern Rail Train Strikes – a poem

It's quarter to eleven And I've just got home. I left the house at seven This morning, two and half hours before work, in the vague hope Of finding a train that will take me anywhere near London. But nope, It's strike day so here I stand, a sheep in a flock. I'm bored now.... Continue Reading →

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