Oh morning commute, how I will miss thee.
But alas, I am destined to travel for free.
No more big fat man, overflowing his seat.
No more angry drunkard, picking his teeth.
My trip will be smooth and swift, without fuss.
That is, until I get hit by a bus…
But let me just say, without hesitation,
That I will miss the quaintness of Cheam station.
The smiling tea lady, always up for a chat.
I suppose it’s a shame that I've no time for that.
O Cheam, o Cheam, I love you, it’s true.
But now I really must go for a poo.
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