Just before Christmas last year, my family and I were part of a little comic scene on a train, after which my son Miles and I wrote this poem.
I went down to the station
and made a reservation
to take the train back home.
On the platform, there I stood;
I was feeling very good;
I was talking to my baby on the phone.
The train came down the track,
and without looking back,
I got on and hunted for my spot.
There was a family sitting there,
and they didn't seem to care
about any reservation that I'd got.
I showed my ticket to the guy,
and he could tell me why
my seat was already occupied.
I had gone the wrong way!
I laughed, said, "What a day!"
and tried to enjoy the ride.
Miles Delpho and Andrew Shields
23 December 2010