Loudmouth on the Train

Written by: ilene bauer

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.