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On the way to the train station this morning, at the start of my 1.5 hour commute, I heard a radio spot promoting a trip to Limerick, Ireland. It inspired me to write a limerick of my own. Actually it’s part limerick, and part rant, so I’m calling it a “limerant”:

There once was a man from Scotch Plains,

Whose life was dictated by trains,

Surrounded by clueless, and loud cell-phone talkers,

Stinkers, and seat hogs, and back-of-seat knockers,

He dreamed he could beat them with chains.

 

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Ridin’ the rails.

Sippin’ a Molson.

Ice.

From a brown paper sack.

Jersey has turned me into a hobo.

It only took a month.

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