I leave my train at St Pancras

Cruise down the multiple steps up ahead

A little jog, takes care of my energy  blast

Luckily I didn’t fall and end up in a hospital bed

So I’m on the underground

I feel safe and have no fear

My morning juices abound

Now I realise that everyone else is on here

 

As I board, eyes avert mine

That’s okay,  I shouldn’t really care

Everything is normal, the day will be fine

As the man calls out ‘ next stop Russell Square’

The tube lurches forward, then suddenly back

The old couple opposite look tired and worn

As the door ‘slides open’ passengers leave as a pack

The voice throughout echoes ‘ Next Stop is Holborn’

I look at the map above

To see what stop should be next

Covent Garden flew by like a dove

Now Its left me all perplexed

Ignoring my twilight zone reverie

I stand proud holding on as firm as I dare

I clock two senior ladies looking at me

The time passes rapidly as we’re at Leicester Square

They left me with two wry smiles

Nothing wrong in that

Piccadilly Circus was less than a mile

I had the warm glow of a Cheshire Cat

Entering my transient world from outside they came

A man that resembled Iron Man, or at last Mr Stark

Dodgy shaved beard and moustache that was lame

As the TFL transport arrived at Green Park

Motoring towards the my journeys end

I finally sat down like Little Jack Horner

After we left, the tube went around a bend

And ended up at stationed at Hyde Park Corner

My time on here began to recede

With my mental energy on the wealthy heritage

The years of legacy held within written deeds

Must mean that I’m nearing Knightsbridge

Oh well its the last stop for me

My legs push me up like a leaping toad

Maybe I’ll you tell about what I see

When I return from my end destination; Gloucester Road

When I can afford my return ticket I will be in touch!