Loud French Girl on the Train to Bath
You got on at Bristol
Temple Meads.
You and your beau.
It was quite obvious
that you wore the pantalon,
even though he was
dying to pull them off you.
You proceeded to ask
out loud to everyone sat on the carriage
“Is this the train to
Southampton, the train to Portsmouth?”
Why ask, if you were
getting off at Bath?
British reserve had disappeared
out of the window
when you plonked your
derrière on the seat.
Your lover, like
Gomez to Morticia was all over you like a rash.
You both gave me a
disgusted look as I dared to peep over
hoping for a bit of
voyeuristic action.
Get a room then or a
Pullman Sleeper
Like a WelshNationalist to a tourist I felt like standing up and shouting
“I was here first”
He was getting all
Charles Asnavour and Gilbert Becaud as you were giggling
I was getting more
and more pissed off.
You both looked up when I shouted
“NON!”
after receiving a request
from a friend as to
whether he could stay over!
Extrovert behaviour
gets no brownie points from me mes amies!
Loud Alouette ‘descendue’
at Bain which is Bath in French.
.jfif)
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