Four days after I wrote this, the following article appeared in the Daily Telegraph:-‘A train company blamed “the wrong sort of passenger” for the problems some had in reaching London for the celebrations.’

 

The Wrong Sort of Train

 

We’re sorry the trains are not running you know

Tomorrow we hope they’ll be fine

But nature has dealt us a sad autumn blow

There’s the wrong sort of leaves on the line.

 

We’re sorry your train is not leaving here yet,

Just when it will start we don’t know.

The weather is cold and there’s ice on the track

Brought on by the wrong sort of snow.

 

We’re sorry departure is rather delayed

Your train won’t be leaving on time.

The warning light’s flashing with message displayed

The wrong sort of wheels on the line.

 

We’re sorry your train can’t move – it has to stay,

As we’re missing a safety device.

We’re hoping they’ll send us one later today

Then you’ll be on your way in a trice.

 

We’re sorry you’re hungry and dying of thirst

Believe us we know how you feel

But we mustn’t take risks, we must put safety first –

’cos our trolley has just lost a wheel.

 

Just one more announcement that we have to make

Then we really won’t call you again.

Will you all please alight as there’s been a mistake,

You’re the wrong sort of people to be on our train.

 

31/05/2012