Sometimes I wake up in the night, sometimes I even think of limericks, and once in a blue moon, I write them down.

A railwayman brought up in Staines,
From a boy dreamed of work on the trains,
Til the 3:48,
Running 10 minutes late,
Ensured lunch box is all that remains.


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