Round and round the London Underground
Interrupted by the braking screeching sounds
Round and round the circle line
The London underground
With its stops is an elongated list
Drunks battle in tunnels with open fists
Hidden somewhere is a network of CCTV Cameras
Recording your every move from afar
Watch out for the picker-pockets, I insist
They swindle even the most experienced tourist
Inside the trains, shine disoriented faces
Bodies usually squeezed into tight spaces
'Please stand clear of the door'
It is an advice not yet a law
Stations by station, trains pass by
Stuck in a tunnel, let out a sigh
Train timetables from my perception
Is regularity, and a common deception
Round and round the London Underground
Interrupted by the braking screeching sounds
Round and round the circle line
Bored, read the metro
It is free, when displayed on show
For those who know
Where to go
Plan your alternative routes
Prepare for train strikes and disputes
Check out the cancellation signs
May your journey be divine!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Will this be 'A Poem on the Underground? ' A good poem indeed. Kind regards - A Northern Line veteran.