Ode to the Circle Line

(Time for a story.  I was going back from the British Library with just my professors and their families.  No other students.  That was interesting.  Anyways, we were riding the Circle line on the Tube and there was some considerable debate about where to get off, if we had to transfer, and whatnot.  When Dr N asked me if I was blogging I said yes and he said I should blog about the Circle line.  And so I did.  I promise a real blog post is coming soon.  Probably.  And the Circle line isn't really that bad.  I'm exaggerating for poetic purposes  Another disclaimer.  I know it's awful.  I also know it doesn't follow the proper format of an ode.  I wasn't really writing it with the intentions of being the next Keats.)

Ode To The Circle Line

The Circle Line, the Circle line

Why would you take the circle line?

It goes around and around

But actually it doesn't.

You have to transfer.

Apparently it doesn't really mean a circle.

The Circle line is yellow

So that means it's not the Center

District, Piccadilly, or Northern line

At least with those you know where you're going.

Unless you're me.

Then you're lost.

But really.  

All of those are a lot faster.

The circle line takes so long

Most men need to shave when they get off

Why is it so slow?

On most lines

You can figure out where to get off easily

Take the train east or west

You'll get where you're going.

But with the circle line!

Go on it and you might end up

On some other line you didn't want.

You might end up on District

Or Hammersmith.

And then you'll be really lost.

Circle line tends to be late

I know because I found a website that said so.

It's got a lot of popular stops on it

So everyone wants to crowd in.

There is no personal space.

The circle line is so awful

That I won't even make this poem rhyme.

The end.