If you look ’round my house, there’s TRAINs all about, but I’m not a trainspotter, no I’m not a train bore.
Old red and blue tracks, orange, black and new tracks. A great big wooden track on my landing floor!
I know all their names, Murdoch, Molly, James. Peter Sam and Gordon are both number 4.
Songs on a CD, programmes on the TV, books we’ve plenty, at least twenty I’m sure.
Days out, vacations, various train stations – huddled on the platform standing there in awe.
Taken over my life, both me and the wife. It feels like we’re living on the isle of Sodor!
My son’s the reason for it, the reason I endure it. He’s trains on the brain, it’s what he lives for!!
And man, there’s nothing better, then building track together. Father–son fun, who can ask for more!!!!!
Next week’s random word to rap with: Pension