Interchange

The Holborn escalators died
To fix them, for five years they've tried
But there is an horrendous wait
To get from platforms to the gate
With 20 minutes to interchange
Your life you have to rearrange
One day, when shuffling in the crowd
A voice behind cried really loud
'O let me through, please let me out!'
A desperate pleading kind of shout
Emergency, we thought, and parted
Let him through all golden hearted
But then he cried, 'I can't be late
I have to meet her for a date'
A slience fell. We were dismayed
Was it for this we'd been delayed?
Then someone laughed, the mood was lifted
With good humour we were gifted
So cheering up, the tension ends
And we move on, a group of friends

Copyright K E Breadmore 2001