Ask A Daft Question!
Is a station wot’s there
For trains wot go under the river.
Wasn’t quite sure,
Though I’d bin there before,
And I got meself all in a dither.
Quite a big queue,
Though no-one I knew,
So I asked of the bloke at the winder –
‘Please, do these trains
Go through to St James?’
His look could have turned me to cinder.
He shoved up the glass
That said ‘Second Class’,
And his eyes he had started to roll
‘They’ve all done before!
If they don’t … luv, ‘m sure
They’ll be borin’ their own bloody (h)’ole.’
* Sorry, ma, but that's what the man said!
By Jean Neale