VICTORIA LINE

THE BUMRUSH

O!! I love the Tube Rush every day
As we reluctantly to office make way
(Many times in June, a bit less in May)
But I love the slow sweaty slushy squeeze
Yells of ' Move Along, Don’t grab me Please
(‘And let go of my pants Sir, Kindly Release!!’)
Five thousand Commuters already on the train
Manor House pushes three thousand more in vain
Granny on my shoulders, Grandpa squashed complete
Upsides, My Head is Down- Up are my feet
Jimmy boy squeezed safely under my seat
Finsbury Park and kicked on to the Victoria Line
Amidst moans, groans, screams and oft a whine
Praying ‘God No more Pax Oh dearie Oh NO’
But alas at King's Cross there’s lot’s lot’s mo’!
At Euston storms in a glam red lipped Miss
Angry hot & bothered, a spicy curry dish
Just arrived late by the bus two-five –three
Comes right into the inches occupied by poor me
She moves, firmly crushes my little Toe,
Pushes, my internal organs like mashed roe
Her Sharp elbow pokes deep into my liver
I hear some of my small bones break- I shiver.
Even tho' her steel brolly is in my groin, I see
Why then do I Smile, why does my heart go Whee!!
(Yes though you call me pathetic, I can only agree!)
Coz it's closest to a Camden Hottie I'll ever be!!!

-AMIT AGNIHOTRI