Just to say hello
A ticket clerk once told me . . .
Of a porter who got drunk
And mislaid a gent’s umbrella and a Saratoga trunk
He’d been a loyal railwayman
Since joining as a lad
Yet still was sacked for the sense he lacked
With no severance pay, by gad !
The erstwhile porter, broken-hearted . . .
Knew not what to say
Sobbing, he went home to bed and never woke next day
“I’ll warrant he lost the will to live,” said I
Trying not to weep
“Oh, he didn’t die,” was the clerk’s reply
“He just couldn’t get off to sleep”
Jay
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