I catch a 31 <br />to Camden Town <br /> <br />to pick up a 253 <br />to Hackney Central <br /> <br />there to change <br />to a 279 <br />to Waltham Cross <br /> <br />as I do <br />each morning <br /> <br />going to school. <br /> <br />The recorded voice <br />clear & precise <br /> <br />announces the stages <br />of our journey. <br /> <br />But today the tape <br />encounters a slight irrregularity <br /> <br />and its precison is distorted <br />into glides and stops & starts. <br /> <br />'2 Fruppy Truppy <br />to Happney Stripnal.' <br /> <br />'F**k Lock Rd! ' <br />it announces in all innocence. <br /> <br />Seven Sisters Road <br />remains uncorrupted <br /> <br />but we arrive at <br />Fins Furry Station. <br /> <br />The bus is <br />in stitches <br /> <br />not knowing where we are <br />going to go to...next. <br /> <br />Alas I have to get off <br />& catch an uncorrupted 279 <br /> <br />to Waltham Cross. <br /> <br />And now I am back <br />in the ordinary world of <br /> <br />'Woodberry Grove.' <br /> <br />'Tottenham Swan.' <br /> <br />'Lordship Lane.' <br /> <br />My mind still journeying on <br />to Happney Stripnal <br /> <br />on board a 2 Fruppy Truppy.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-2-fruppy-truppy-for-miss-s/
