Trans-Siberian Express Poem by Sebastian Seal

With great joy and expectation,
I bought a ticket for the Trans-Siberian Express.
I went to Newcastle Station,
And boarded a train of luxurious finesse.

Off it set through the countryside.
Soon I would be in Vladivostok.
It was an unexpectedly fast ride,
The timetable said arrival at two o'clock.

As we rolled into Liverpool Lime Street,
I was on the wrong train, at a guess.
There were no wonderful Russians to greet,
I had got on the Trans-Pennine Express!