Questioning my sanity
my status and my vanity
I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

‘He really is a sweetie!’
my best friend’s words came back to me
as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

Doubts caused minor irritation
under-arm perspiration
as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

I spotted him approaching
on my privacy encroaching
as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

His circumference unmanaged
he was vertically challenged
as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

With bulbous nose alarming
and dress sense less than charming
as I stood beneath the ornate railway clock.

The porter blew his whistle –
it’s the end of this ‘epistle’ –
for I panicked, yelled ‘Oh, no!’ (well wouldn’t you?)

The ornate clock is now behind me –
I had no option, don’t you see –
I fled and caught the 8.0’clock to Crewe.