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