The Tramorak


I took to the shelter, out of the rain,
Where some bloke in an anorak went to great pains
To tell me the numbers of every tram,
Mistakenly thinking that I gave a damn.
I nodded politely, pretending to care,
And noticed the build up of grease in his hair
And his buckled front teeth, and his left eyelid spasm,
As he extolled the virtues, with enthusiasm,
Of hybrid funiculars, ratio gears,
Production costs, chassis rigs, completion years,
Dates of service, rare models, and times they all ran.
I hope never again to meet such a dull man.

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