The Underground July 6, 2010
Posted by thehutch in fun, humour, personal, ponderings.Tags: fun, london, poem, travel, underground
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Was traveling on the underground from Cockfosters to Heathrow
but was diverted to the magistrates who wanted me at Bow
I tried to get to Brixton to a friend I used to know
but went in the wrong direction and arrived in Walthamstow
Next I tried the cinema and thought of Leicester Square
but ended up in Hangar Lane and discovered nothing there
Baker Street promised food and I thought of a feast
but missed the change completely and turned up in Mill Hill East
Then I found a preacher who told me of King’s Cross
and promised the White City if I would only pay the cost
I started singing Abba songs as I came to Waterloo
then I changed to Chesham with the rich selected few
Living on the underground was a total fascination
as I stumbled on strange old feelings in every local station.







