Wrong Switch Down Montville Line Poem by Mason Maestro

You have a natural tendency
To switch the rails
You're no engineer
You comparison fails
You can abide by rules
Missing all the right tools
At the junction of the D44, D51
14 kilometers north of Rouen

Looked to the Yards what did you see
A conductor in a pile of debris
He stamped too many tickets
All the noise turned into crickets
Per fess wavy azure and gules
A barrulet wavy between (in chief)
A toothed wheel between
Two weavers shuttles palewise,
And (in base) a plough argent

The disaster of 1845
In the Seine-Maritime commune hive
The F5 took 75 with no motive
And derailed a steam locomotive
Wrong switch, the way is vexed
Which way shall you go next
Hey monsier, le garçon de Calais
Two more shots dans mons tasse à café
A numbing reprieve for having gone the wrong way

Or maybe a strong Bordeaux or Normandy wine
For that wrong switch down Montville Line