There was a steam train waiting at Rose Station

It was taking on pure spring water for its onward journey

I was filming it using my lilac and crimson camera

And then it vanished into the forest with little or no warning

I turned to my wife with tears streaming down my face


I suffered an embarrassment earlier today

As I walked into the wet room quite naked with slight erection

And found my aunt and cousin sharing a bath

I made my excuses and pissed in the front garden hidden from prying eyes

When I told my wife she confessed that the story had made her horny


The festival train was very busy and I went ahead to find a seat

It was also selling crested pencil sharpeners and antiquarian books

After passing through the unquiet zone I found the grey empty carriages

This part of the train had not been used since 1959 yet it was very comfortable

I spent the rest of the short journey on the wooden balcony above the footplate