
You & me, we bifurcate
you come early, I come late.
You like trains, I like buses.
I don’t know what the fuss is.
You my tunnel, I’m your train.
We have each other on the brain.
You like reds, I like whites
you my afternoon delight.
pic courtesy of Pinterest
Ah, those commuter trains are busy )
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a lot goes on underground, Beth π
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Love this one!! ππ€
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thanks; it’s a bit of a cheeky one for me π
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You did it well.
It was a great read! ππ€
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Very catchy…love it!
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thanks Becky: the opening lines popped into my head — a silly rhyme, I thought — but I just followed it to see where it would lead π
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Exactly how it works sometimes!
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Division in unison, π
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definitely; it was very good of that young man to leave a record of his erotic adventures in that old railway tunnel π
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Very nice twist of words. You led the reader to a very good ending John.
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thanks John: I’m so glad you liked it; I wonder what other graffiti gems can be found in that tunnel ?
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Here in the USA. Would surprise you John.
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from what I’ve read of your country, I’d say you’re right π Australia seems a such a mild, safe place by comparison —
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Definitely quite a triumph. I know a joke about Rastas and Mary Lou and trains. A similar thought pattern… π
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I don’t know that one, Worms: it sounds like it could be a ripper; would you like to share it ?
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Well, it’s not for kids. But basically Rastas and Mary Lou (you might imagine a deep south accent) are waiting at a train station. Rastas wanders towards the edge of the platform to look down the tunnel a bit. Mary Lou cries out “Rastas! Rastas! Get back behind the yellow line or the train will suck you riiight off!”. π€
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hahahahahah; yes, I like that one ; I can almost hear Mary Lou’s voice: you could almost dine out on that joke, delivering little elaborations on the way π
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Glad you liked it. π
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I can see you getting plenty of mileage out of that one π
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OMG. I forgot the punchline. π€π€π€. Rastas replies “Come on train!!”
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a double whammy: it works well as you first told it — but the new ending does provide more punch π
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I am such an idiot. I knew something was missing. It’s not a joke I often tell. Not really my style. So pardon my slackness.
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that’s alright, Worms: it added spice to what was already, I hope, a spicy post π
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Lol. Your poem is way classier and cleverer, in my opinion than that (badly told) joke.
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don’t be too hard on yourself, Worms: I saw the humour in it; I was ‘on track’ π
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Don’t know what it tells about me but I blushed when I read it.
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I understand, Ulle; it is disappointing that such ‘racy’ writings appear on railway tunnel walls but that is the nature of graffiti; I will look into reporting fewer instances of this in the future π
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Delightful! The graffiti in my neighborhood is not nearly as poetical.
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Lol, it’s sad that much graffiti is banal but hang on, bob, I seem to recall you wrote a fine piece with graffiti in the topic some time back and I reckon I commented on it —
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You’re right! I just need to keep my eyes open. I always like the idea of a graffiti poet.
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I shall keep my eyes open too, Bob, for other instances of graffiti verse, hopefully something a little less salacious π
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Nice John, you write good. I like read.
Enjoy your weekend,
eden
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thanks Eden; you have a good one too π
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If you wish not to bifurcate
just keep going straight π
(not that there’s anything
wrong with that π)
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π the trouble is, David, I sometimes fall in love with words and I got carried away with ‘bifurcate’ when my meanderings came to a fork in the road π
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I’m sure Robert Frost can relate
to your desire to bifurcate π π
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Lol.
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really love how how it rhymes, doesn’t make much sense but I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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so do I π
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The way those opposites repeal and attract; itβs what keeps the train going, anyways, and the tunnel maintains a smooth ride for all. Fun poem, John.
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yes, it runs smoothly along the lines π
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effortless, these match-ups, sometimes.
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