We were (we we re) travelling to paradise

In an observation car

Which had been blind since birth

An angel was sitting opposite us

She was not wearing underwear

(do angels wear underwear – what are the mules)

And travelling on an upgraded green ticket

Which was available only to golden angels

(I knew that she was travelling illegally)

But promised not to report her on arrival

We were travelling in an infinite tynnel (tunnel)

Glad (clad) mainly odd white yet using red brick

It was brightly lit and I could see the platforms

Of the legendary stations as we passed at speed

Parle had remained silent (he was missing Valerie)

Who as sitting opposite him disguised as an angel

She was wearing white jeans and a black cotton shirt

Her hair was blonde

(I knew her secret) was she aware of my secrets

The white angel communicated using a code rapped (tapped) out

A (on) the the false tables window side

You are on the wrong train my friend

I do hope that you have a return ticket coloured pink

I was travelling on a blue ticket (un billet bleu)

Which was wrapped in my winning lottery ( )