As I walked in the many tunnels
Under Kintbury Station
I found a photograph of Byron
In my jacket pocket
I had not noticed this before
Which was pleasing
As I did not have any photographs of the poet
Since my last visit barriers had been erected
Which perturbed me as I did not have a ticket
I tried to leave by another exit
But this was gated
Although I could see the nearby river
An employee of the railway company approached me
And asked me for my documents
I showed him my photograph of Byron
And he let me pass
As my luck was in
I enquired of the time and platform of the next
Night Train to Lisbon