Amongst other things I have been indulging my interest in railways, much as Peter was doing in 'The Tourist'. Like Peter, I also met someone called Lucas, which hasn't produced another story but did inspire some verse. I hope it amuses you.
A boyhood interest the same, In the railroad car you came Sat opposite to share the ride, It was foretold I’d meet your name.
Not shy, no wanting face to hide Along the seat made impish slide And ‘til closed on safety grounds Too far through window leaning tried.
Delight at all the railroad sounds Your curiosity knows no bounds And as you ate your picnic food Emotion in my heart compounds
Because your table manners crude, Which really could be said most rude, Amuse me so that we both smile As I drink my coffee stewed.
At times the other watch awhile And find no sign of risk or guile And times we look and watch the view So bond with every passing mile.
And then you touch me with your shoe So footsie I would play with you But romance is not the game For you, my friend, are only two.