The Train Set

It was spread out all over the living room, clicked along escarpments and apartments, soon reaching a station, waiting for master's command, It left, exuberant, at the touch of a magic wand. Hornby was sub-standard, Triang was better, engine would haul along nicely if you let her, The Golden Arrow went past Harrow, gague narrow, we leaned out of the window, some arsehole said hello. The Flying Scotsman rounded a corner, took a turn, ran into a poetry book, some people never learn, obstacle removed, twice, journey half as nice, we know how they run, grown men - not mice. Finally, going the other way - know what jealousy lacks, measured decorum on the other side of the tracks.