It's interesting to me,
how fun you think it'll be,
as you're waiting for your train,
to arrive at platform three.
Your bags are in your hand,
you've got such fun things planned,
you're really quite excited,
to go off to some new land.
It rolls in on the rails,
your mind full of future tales,
so much that you could do,
unless the engine fails.
You climb on and take your seat,
put your bags down by your feet,
the trolley rattles by, you're asked,
'Would you like something to eat?'
It's really going swell,
almost too swell you can tell,
a crying baby sits down behind,
now for two hours of hell.
Your exciting plans are gone,
everything just went wrong,
the baby hates its life,
your trip feels twice as long.
Realising your mistake,
you pull on the emergency break,
willing to pay the fine,
it's worth it to escape.
Trains are never fun,
because they let other people on,
it would be so much nicer,
if you were the only one.