The train slowed from an imperceptible crawl to a palpable stop. “Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of East Midlands trains I’d like to apologise for the delay.
“Unfortunately, the driver has lapsed into a deep malaise… Is there perhaps a poet on the train?”
I leapt to attention.
“If I may be so bold as to show it,
I am, indeed, sir, a poet!”
Everyone in the carriage burst into a spontaneous, enthusiastic and prolonged round of applause. An old couple started dancing in the aisle. A middle-aged mother swooned. An angry man wept into his tattoos…
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