Story

'Twas the night before the night before Christmas, 

and all through the train, 

Not a person was conscious,

"Being Monday" to blame.

The people sat down 

With their bags and their books

And nary concern 

For ther hygiene or looks.

And with me I have 

Both my laptop and cane

And the guy to my right 

Looks both tired and insane.

The fare checker is walking

The length of the car,

Giving gifts of a fine

If your payment's subpar.

And I hope that today

Goes by quickly with haste

For at home I have whiskey

That's going to waste.

Now here ends the story 

As my stop's coming near,

Merry Christmas to all

And a Happy New Year.