Trains a few of my favourite things

Rain drops on roses
And puddles in Dittons
Brollys on Platforms and no seats to sit on
Grey clouds above oh what chaos it brings
These are a few of my favourite things

Track circuit failures
And some times derailments
Guards and train drivers on strike or with ailments
Commuting to London such arrows and slings
These are a few of my favourite things

Icy conditions
Now points that are frozen
A dozen excuses to pick from or chosen
Short notice amendments or just cancelling
Trains won't be running my favourite things

When the guard strikes
Stuck in sidings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad

No copper cables
Uprooted or stolen
Cutting removing hope make pockets swollen
Trains they aren't running there's no signalling 
These are a few of my favourite things 

Delays on the network 
It seems there's no power
A late running train will it come in the hour
Getting to work on a prayer and a wing
These are a few of my favourite things 

Leaves on the line
We are changing timetable
Broken down train we will fix if are able
Sorry for service and all our failings 
Trying to repair our favourite things 

Works on the weekend
That may affect journey 
Check the timetable you better start early
Here is list of the routes not runn-ing
These are a few of my favourite things 

Trains run reduced speed, 
Disruption to service
Congestion announcement make sure that you heard this
Delays to your journey now there's  tresspassing
These are a few of my favourite things 

New signal failure
At Waterloo Junction 
Delays on the network we no longer function 
Hot days in Britain what chaos it brings
Sweating togther my favourite things 

When the guard strikes
Stuck in sidings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Hinchley Wood station

The platform and station, the pedestrian bridge,
With rivots and panels across every ridge.
The branch line curves gently, the station has two;
Takes passengers in coaches to Waterloo.
Memories of train sets, those old iron frames;
Model railway assembly a playful mind game.
The facia, the hoarding, the shelter it gives;
Ferrying commuters from wherever they live.
Those early morn sleepers supporting the rails,
To be the train driver, telling of foot plate tales,
Dream of my father, like many a boy,
Would have to make do with their favourite toy.
Hinchley Wood station you living train set,
Need steam locomotive for idyll be met;
Engaged by the engines, the wandering mind,
Guage double o somewhere I think I can find;
Hidden aloft when last put away .
Be Station Master for the rest of the day!

The Train Commute

The stench of Commuting Train:
Its odour, the whiff, the smell;
The daily grind of living hell.
The cattle truck crammed;
Cows, pigs, chickens, sheep
Crumpled, cramped and slammed
Inside pig pen in heap.
Some seated, standing room for most;
The pits! The sweated boast,
The grunt of sow,
The moo of sacred cow.
To market, black mark it!
Chatter of hens in chicken coop.
The written scoop of daily commute;
Standard, Metro gossip galore,
Fight tedium with closed eye snore!
Or stare at smart phone snare,
The portal, escape tunnel's light laid bare.
Long hot Summer days, the neighs,
The yays of Brexit bound.
The sound, the rattle of the cattle track.
The scent of Southern striking, soured, smacks
The livestock market death of rolling stuff.
Enough!
A sink hole drains the life,
Another daily strife;
With heavy air this stinking train,
And yes of course we're late again!