Train journeys
Train journeys can be so boring
so boring that I start
to write poetry that doesn�t rhyme
Trains are busses on tracks
They carry people around
I tend to sit down
It wobbles from side to side
Rocking, rythnically, repeatedly
Still my poems don�t seem to rhyme
People who I�ll never see again
Unless I look away for a moment
And see they�re still there
I tend to write stuff down
At least, then, I�ve got something to read later
Do poems have to rhyme
See if i care
fold back the mists of time
People shuffle up the passage
Powering past with their luggage
Hurrah - we�re approaching Leeds!
It's so shite, I've decided to link in a BONUS POEM which is the one Dr David Morely is so entusiastic about on the noticeboard. It would have won the phenonx poem competition if i'd lied about my age.