Poem of the Tube

You wake up in the morning,
Thinking about the tube.
Wondering if there will be delays,
Severe or minor because of some signal's bad mood.

You know where to go,
Quick, hurry and get your spot.
Be the first to enter,
And give your best shot.

Your endless hopes
Are crashed again.
The tube is full,
And your legs will pain.

Someone giggles in the dark,
The train departs.
As people jiggle,
The fun just starts.

The sound of squeaky rails,
The red design.
Feels like Christmas,
Jingle Bells and have a good time.

Your stop is coming soon,
Better mind the gap.
The doors are closing
And you just hope to be never back.

We love you, tube
And honour you a lot.
Please, next time be more pleasant,
Reliable and not so hot.