A Memory from the Bodmin Railway.
I have to write a few lines
about Bodmin Railway –
my favourite memory.
Well, I saw a murder
on the train
it was a mystery to me.
And we had a pasty;
drank fine wine
and fizzy pop;
got off and back on the train
every time it did stop.
We asked lots of questions
to the suspects that there were;
they lied as they stood
as a good suspect should
said they were good –
but we had an inkling
that they were bad.
We had started out in the sunshine
and all was laughter and light;
by the time it got to the murder
the scene was dark and set at night.
Whodunnit?
Who killed whom?
We tried to detect a murderer
or was there to be a miscarriage of justice?
No. Just this result;
that the murderer, revealed,
had no remorse in their deed.
indeed, they were happy to plead
guilty, as it had all been a play.
Everybody, including the dead man,
lived to train travel again
Upon another day.