Commuter
Sway, rumble, stop.
Swish go the doors.
"Mind the gap."
Shuffle round the floor.
Everyone squeezes.
Can I get a seat?
So many people
You cannot help but meet.
Sway, rumble, stop.
Swish go the doors. “Mind the gap." Shuffle round the floor.
In comes a man.
We all make a huddle.
There's nowhere left to stand
(Unless you have a cuddle).
He twists and he turns, Like a pike on a rod.
Squish, squeeze, Squash,
My foot-“Oh, Dear Lord!”
Sway, rumble, stop,
Swish go the doors.
"Mind the gap".
Shuffle round the floor.
He had nowhere to stand. He had nowhere to sit. So he rested on my foot And that's the truth of it:
Ouch!
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