An Ode to Sylvia

There is a young girl on my train
Who is of my life such a bane.
She natters away
For a year and a day,
And I’m sure that I’ll go insane.

That awful young girl on my train
Who makes of my life such a bane
Of her love life she wails
And tells intimate details,
And I know I will go quite insane.

Oh that wretched young girl on my train
Who makes of my life such a bane,
Is she is nattering still
Tomorrow I WILL
Push her right under that train!