To the ‘stags' standing up in my carriage, <br />I realise that one of you is soon to be married, <br />But please couldn't all of you just take a seat? <br />And do I really have to listen to that beat? <br /> <br />No doubt you'll all be out on the town tonight, <br />But to disturb other passengers, you have no right. <br />Your spirits are obviously soaring way up high, <br />And I notice that the Guard has turned a blind eye. <br /> <br />Your weekend of fun, I do not wish to mar, <br />But you are on a train, lads: not in a bar! <br />You've all obviously had quite a bit to drink: <br />I wonder what our fellow passengers all think? <br /> <br />Why don't you save the high jinks for later on? <br />Then, if you want, you can even burst into song! <br />I had been planning to sit here and read my book, <br />But, out of the train window, I now sit and look. <br /> <br />The seats on the other carriages were mostly reserved. <br />Tone it down a bit! You're getting right on my nerves! <br />This particular carriage, I had no choice, but to pick, <br />And you guys are really starting to get on my wick. <br /> <br />You're chatting non-stop and laughing out loud: <br />Why do you have to be such an annoying crowd? <br />For other passengers, you have no consideration, <br />And I'm glad that you're leaving at the next station.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stag-party/
