Poetry on the tube

‘Ladies and gentlemen, I wouldn’t normally do this, but…’ he began. And the poem was, to be fair, better than we’d have expected. A tad surreal for the Glasgow underground, but it was national poetry day.

But when, a week later, the same man made the same comment… I left the carriage. As the doors closed behind me, he launched into the same poem.

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