Loudmouth On the Train

The train was packed; I had a seat. I read my magazine. The car was fairly quiet, Though you’d never say serene. Still, I was in the middle of A story quite engrossing, When someone with the biggest mouth Began with his verbosing. He made up songs with lyrics lame And he was so annoying That every sentence that I read Turned bothersome and cloying. I couldn’t tune him out and then Of course, he asked for money, Apologizing to the folks Who didn’t find him funny. I wish someone had shut him up But on and on he yapped. He had the perfect audience – For all of us were trapped.