Young Roger was a crafty boy
Who’d cheat at chess or cricket,
One day in June he caught a train
Without a valid ticket.
Smooth was his journey till the train
Came to a sudden stop.
As Roger looked out for a sign,
He saw one: Fiddleflop.
The sweat upon his brow beat down,
His knees were all a-tremble,
For did that chap who cleared his throat
The ticket man resemble?
He saw his future flash before:
He’d end up weak and wizened,
Unlike the songbirds flying free,
He’d shortly be imprisoned.
Far better to have paid his fare
Than take a risk like Roger,
Who’s branded now for evermore
A sneaky train fare dodger!
This poem is copyright (©) Colin West 2022
About the Writer
Colin lives in Battle, East Sussex. He studied Graphic Design and Illustration and has written and illustrated over 50 children’s books. His poems have appeared in anthologies by Roger McGough and Julia Donaldson. He now writes purely for his own pleasure and enjoys collecting old books, mainly of poetry.