A haiku from 6 a.m. at Baker Street tube station - the first underground railway in the world, and which certainly looks like it. It is dark, despite the portraits of Sherlock Holmes attempting to brighten the place up.
Tired, waiting forever for my tube (as the London system is called) to arrive, I realised that the electronic predictors of the train's arrival were all inaccurate. The pebbles between the rails, however, were spot on. Listen for their song.
The haiga is a bit of fun, with the singing of graduating students predicting so much. The students form a long train on the way to the Sheldonian Theatre. That was my graduation, in fact.
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A haiku from 6 a.m. at Baker Street tube station - the first underground railway in the world, and which certainly looks like it. It is dark, despite the portraits of Sherlock Holmes attempting to brighten the place up.
Tired, waiting forever for my tube (as the London system is called) to arrive, I realised that the electronic predictors of the train's arrival were all inaccurate. The pebbles between the rails, however, were spot on. Listen for their song.
The haiga is a bit of fun, with the singing of graduating students predicting so much. The students form a long train on the way to the Sheldonian Theatre. That was my graduation, in fact.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes
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