I am feeling like a wally, <br />For I’ve left my milk and wellies, <br />Like a berk who’d leave a brolly, <br />In the carriage of the tube. <br />Have I caused a situation <br />Which elicits disapproval <br />And has forced evacuation <br />And a service interlude? <br /> <br />For no terrorist intention <br />Crossed my mind on this occasion, <br />So I now succinctly mention <br />That I went and plain forgot <br />To pick up my lost belongings <br />And I have the faint suspicion <br />That commuters now are longing <br />To line up to have me shot. <br /> <br />If I’ve caused an intermission, <br />I beg for your understanding <br />Not to view me with derision, <br />Since my actions were not bright. <br />Now you’ve heard my fraught confession, <br />Check before you leave your carriage, <br />As taught by my indiscretion, <br />For your stuff when you alight.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-wellies/
