The Train Misser
by
At Union Station
‘Ll where in the world my eyes has bin–
Ef I hain’t missed that train ag’in!
Chuff! And whistle! And toot! And ring!
But blast and blister the dasted train–!
How it does it I can’t explain!
Git here thirty-five minutes before
The durn things due–! And, drat the thing
It’ll manage to git past-shore!
The more I travel around, the more
I got no sense–! To stand right here
And let it beat me! ‘Ll ding my melts!
I got no gumption, ner nothin’ else!
Ticket Agent’s a dad-burned bore–!
Sell you a tickets all they keer–!
Ticket Agents ort to all be
Prosecuted– and that’s jes what–!
How’d I know which train’s fer me?
And how’d I know which train was not–?
Goern and comin’ and gone astray,
And backin’ and switchin’ ever’-which-way!
Ef I could jes sneak round behind
Myse’f, where I could git full swing,
I’d lift my coat, and kick, by jing!
Till I jes got jerked up and fined–!
Fer here I stood, as a durn fool’s apt
To, and let that train jes chuff and choo
Right apast me– and mouth jes gapped
Like a blamed old sandwitch warped in two!