Let's say you're one of those folks who has never vaped potty pot pot. Well, smartypants, that's not going to help you here much is it?!
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Get your tickets ready please!
Oh uh, hello there. How you doing?
Listen, my name is Barry and I'm the Conductor on this train so if you need anything, you just ask me, okay?
The bathrooms are right over there and please, pick up after yourself on account of I clean the place, too.
And uh, seeing as you're not from around here I'll just tell you straight out - although every story you might hear on this train is true, some stories are "truer" than others, if you can read between the rails...
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and, y'all come back now, y'hear?
Have a grand day, friend.
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Barry Williams
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
barryhappywilliams@gmail.com
Glad I found your poetry blog, oh sorry – train, Barry!
This short poem in particular speaks volumes by itself.
Kind Regards!
Armunn Righ
You sir, are an idea virus. In the same room, people are infected. I bet you don’t wear robes. Probably street clothes. And with nods, approving glances and adroit physical adaptations, you make your presence known.
That’s what I bet.
I hope I’m not that, Barry! 🙂
Check out the etymology of the word “virus”: https://www.etymonline.com/word/virus
Kind Regards!