Chester
where this train terminates.
Even termites terminate at Chester
There is a graveyard behind Booker
on the way in.
There will be no cash and carry going on there.
They will all have turned to worms.
No need for digestive practices.
No need for the Middle Man.
Just stick it down the pan, Stan!
Yes, everything terminates
at Chester
The Romans, The Welsh
and Pissheads
Let's get the fast train out of here.
Ah! no! right! I see!
From Arriva to Mersey Rail
we're going from slow to slower.
It stops everywhere,
a clump of sand,
a matchbox,
an empty cider bottle
Yes, the train stops there too.
No wonder everything terminates
at Chester.
A semiotic reading would indicate that this was written by a fan of Wrexham F.C
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