Ascending the stairs, I could tell Someone was smoking, by the unmistakeable smell Politely I told her that this was not allowed She surveyed me through the noxious cloud
Trains give off fumes, so why can't I 'Is that your logic? ' I responded to her gritty try What can you do, can you give me a ticket? 'No I can't'. She thought she had taken my wicket
'Oh you're desperate', she jeered, relishing an easy win But then my response put her head into a spin 'You pay money in order to inhale noxious smoke' 'And you're calling me desperate', were the words I spoke
A few seconds ago she'd seemed so tough Now she couldn't stub it out quickly enough Maybe this brief comment had cleared her head And she'd decided to breathe in fresh air instead Alessandra Liverani, 2008