Going down the steps
Into the ticket office.
Walking past the queue of passengers
Lining up to buy a travelcard.
Smug look on my face:
I have an Oyster card.
Going through the barriers,
Then down the escalator.
“Stand on the right, ”
A hundred signs say.
Let others pass on the left
So they can quicker get away.
Down onto the platform,
Waiting for a train.
A train comes in.
“Mind the gap, ”
An announcement says,
As if the gap is a trap
To stop you going on your way.
At last, I get onto the train,
Find a seat then sit on it.
Pick up a copy of the Metro
To read and giggle at the cartoons
While the train whisks me
From Baker Street to Waterloo
The train stops at Regent’s Park,
Then Oxford and Piccadilly Circuses,
Then Charing Cross and Embankment,
Then finally to Waterloo station,
Where I get out
And take an escalator to the top.
I like the London Underground.
It gets me where I want to go.
The trains are very frequent,
And punctual at that.
I love the London Underground.
The above line is a fact.
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