The 9am Excuse
Distant horns announced the eight am,
commuter train, from Darlington's approach
and as I crossed the bridge, at Traitor's Gate,
I saw some lines were blocked by heavy snow.
As it neared,
I waved my jacket,
but the driver,
never saw it.
He took the bend
and kept proceeding.
Those on board were
praying, screaming,
while the monster lost its way and flewwww.....
Into the frozen lake below!
Silence....
like its shattered icy surface,
pulled tight together.
I had to wait until the sergeant,
jotted down my witness statement.
So, that is why, Dear Miss McGoul,
today, I'm really late for school!
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