Complaints Of A Subway Rider Poem by Alma F. Martin

Rants are such a quirky thing
A person uses a voice to ring

An insult of the day to be tried
in public eye of opinion cried.

A woman so large for a double-seat?
O My God, how great her feet!

And block your way with her purse?
Surely this is a wanton curse!

How dare you sit on my enlarged lap says she
As you fall in between my gap, you see

Of my two great legs that can hold three.

You shall pay the price I say
With my great voice I will neigh

Like a horse who bellows aloud
I will spurn you before the crowd.

And blame you for what is my fault
So you can cry upon another's vault.

And always, my critical poems end
with a momentous motto to send:

All subway problems should not start
unless they end with a resounding fart.