A man of consequence
“Hello luv - I’m on the train.”
This she said again and again.
First - to her son sojourning in France,
then to her daughter off to a dance -
then to her hubby at work in Leeds -
then to her boss to whom she pleads
she’ll be late for work - but blames the trains.
Yes - she has the file that contains
the number of pants his buyer require,
and yes - the price of silk is dire.
Her voice was loud and very shrill,
and we all went through much squirming ‘till
a man of consequence and skill
went in for a most dynamic kill.
He plucked the mobile from her hand,
and smiling sweetly made a stand
for decent people everywhere
by stamping on it then and there.
A cheer rang out from every seat,
such courage you don’t often meet.
There should be a mobile killing day,
a public service I would say.
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