The final passenger
I arrive at the station,
platform 4 says on time,
It cant be,
theres no train on the line!
Waiting patiently the screen flashes 6,
in the distance I hear the screech of four clattering bricks,
4 pacers no less,
this just wont do,
Taking their time to dismount,
theres no urgency with this crew,
5 more minutes pass as they stroll,
taking their time!
"2 carriages today mate",
"theres been leaves on the line!",
Are they taking the piss,
I scream out inside,
As reside myself to the journey ahead,
and prepare for the ride,
Meols cop, burscough;
filling up fast!
Parbold, Appley, Gathurst;
we're now filled to burst,
Wigan the next stop,
they have got to be joking,
Another stream of commuters,
and some have been smoking;
"Move down the train please",
comes the guards loud demand,
"We havent any room to move mate; cant you see, Are you blind?";
Our cries go unanswered,
as they pile on this bus,
Whos to blame for this?
Is it them or is it us?
Scores left abandoned,
the next train they must get,
The delayed to Victoria,
a miserable prospect;
Arriving at Bolton,
its where the fun starts,
As virtually nobody on this train departs
A scrum to get on ensues,
"I've got to get to work!",
"Stand back from the train",
yells the Platform jerk;
Finally we depart rather full,
overladen!
Approaching my final travel destination,
Tickets at the ready,
they have to be seen,
Rinse and repeat on the 16:17
