I should be writing about Rotherham Railway Station
For that is where I am at present
In my waterproofs and wellington boots
The station now boasts a canal
Between the narrow platforms
And how nice in looks under the bright lights
But I am thinking of your breasts
That are illuminated by the Hampstead Moon
They seem so peaceful beside me in our London bed
There is no moon over Rotherham at present
Only heavy and dark wet Yorkshire clouds
How I long for your warmth Jane Miller
As I imagine gondolas between
Platforms One and Two