Bold n’ beautiful Mr. Kari was
Emerging from his abysmal sleep, yawn!
Agape, he sat, darn it was three, and cloudy too
Unswerving routine that he has had, for years now
To the loo, and then, when, who?
Yet time till four, the arrival of the rail engine
Boohoo, and the ever long list
Egregiously beckoning him, oh la-di-da-da,
Yip yip he sipped his usual dark coffee
Out and about, wearing his black coat
Nonetheless, his white collar tie too, mind it please.
Doing his thing, waiting for the four-o-clock train,
Dull and quiet the afternoon was,
Reverberating the siesta town the train roared in,
Every man’s dream, a quiet afternoon’s sleep
And Mr. Kari with his ticket-check list,
Moved through the compartments of the 80’s beast,
Seasons and trains, and of ticket master Mr. Kari King.
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My contribution to Jingle’s Poets Rally Week 34
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