As ever, a quality posting from the Beaker Folk of Husborne Crawley:
Oh Lord, how heavy are my eyelids,
how tedious the hour that stretches before me.
This train is seven minutes late
due to the inevitable signal problems.
And as a result it’s packed to the gunwhales:
the inspector can’t get through to inspect the tickets.
The bloke standing in the aisle has his elbow in my ear
And the stockbroker sitting next to me could lose a few pounds, frankly.