Dorsetmike
Member
(Nicked from a model railway forum)
"I'm going" she said, "I've just had enough,
Fed up with your model trains, all that stuff.
I can't stand the signals, the trucks, every carriage,
The platforms, the posters, they've scuppered this marriage.
You no longer love me, you just do not care,
I doubt that you'll notice when I'm no longer there".
She picked up her suitcase, she could stand it no more,
Stepped over the track and went out the door.
He blinked, blew his whistle, took a small sip of tea,
And set up the signals for the 4.23.
"I'm going" she said, "I've just had enough,
Fed up with your model trains, all that stuff.
I can't stand the signals, the trucks, every carriage,
The platforms, the posters, they've scuppered this marriage.
You no longer love me, you just do not care,
I doubt that you'll notice when I'm no longer there".
She picked up her suitcase, she could stand it no more,
Stepped over the track and went out the door.
He blinked, blew his whistle, took a small sip of tea,
And set up the signals for the 4.23.