Fellow Passengers

There was a young man from Hull

Whose train journeys were seldom dull

On his travels to the South, someone would open their mouth

And come out with nothing but bull

….

Work done he would homeward race

Trying to protect his very own space

He thought the carriage too small, for anyone else at all

So intruders were glared out of the place

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