Tooting Beck Yeti

There is a yeti in the toilet 

Of tooting beck train station 

He is seldom seen 

But often heard at night

He Swings from the rafters in the great Hall of the train station

howling at the moon and leapfrogging 

Over passing trains which cover him in sutt 

During the day he hides in the third stall along

You can see his hairy feet poking out, if you are brave enough to go in for closer inspection 

He eats the toadstools and stray dogs which venture into a field some miles from the station he is often sighted but since he only comes out at pub closing time no one puts much credence to it 

He’s pen pals with the Loch Ness monster 

And in the summer he visits on the overnight mail train 

He’s thinking of relocating to Scotland as the constant rain unmates his fur.

Plus he likes to make eyes at a blonde Bigfoot on sabbatical exchange from the University of Louisiana 

She talked in parables

About  her love of quantum states

“Nuclear fusion will cause no confusion

If you get over the simple delusion that everything is in fixed states that’s not how particles interrelate”

Being of course a high energy particle physicist such thoughts naturally come to her. 

The Yeti used to enjoy the quiet charms of academia himself. Spending many a happy hour often extended into days and weeks in the Abbey at Lindisfarne studying the  ancient texts these days though academia no longer inthralled him. 

It was too much like a James Bond movie always asking for passwords and codes as if you are meeting at the train station in Istanbul rather in to gather some accumulated wisdom.

The Internet was quite annoying for a start his fingers were far too big for the keyboard and there wasn’t a “just blinking do what I want  will you button”. 

However he longed for her companionship with every fibre of his being . He had once been engaged to a young werewolf but as the night transformed into day it turned out she was just two different people. 

Of course knowledge has grown immensely and existentially

But mystery is still exist in the world

“First the world is  superstition through erudition superposition” Seems to be the process in all cultures

Trouble is given their shyness

 An Animate problem for their species 

it seems unlikely that they will get together

But there is hope as yet 

They love to dance and given the hairiness they are often mistaken for male Highlanders

Thus precluding their discovery

And do love the merriment of the Kaylee