How He Made Us Laugh

That happy Indian ticket inspector

checking our tickets with such joy,

‘That’s wonderful,’ like an excited boy,

‘That’s perfect, yes, wonderful.’

Full of praise for us obeying the law.

‘Have a lovely evening’, and up

the carriage he headed as the train

tottered out of Motspur Park. He left

behind amazement, turning quickly to

sniggering. How strange: a happy

ticket inspector; someone having fun.

What miserable shits we all were

to think that so strange.