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