Men's Rail Warmers

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There's a loony on the loose...

Here is another poem where the title is an anagram of own name. It's a little strange, but that's what you get when you try to make sense of anagrams.


When I set out, you cannot doubt,
I'll be about, (a long haired lout), your ear to clout,
With a pair of men's rail warmers.

And with maddening ease, like a disease,
To simply tease, just as I please, your nose to squeeze,
With a pair of men's rail warmers.

They tell me: "Son. It isn't done.
To have such fun, and smack and stun, like Attila the Hun,
With a pair of men's rail warmers."

But I declare, they were not there,
When I got the scare, in the old town square, and nothing to protect my hair,
But a pair of men's rail warmers.

To my surprise, I saw fear in their eyes,
I heard their cries, and I thought it wise, to improvise,
With a pair of men's rail warmers.

So while you're too fright, to go out at night,
I'll be alright, in the wan moonlight, I know how to fight,
With a pair of men's rail warmers.

And when there's snow, and the train won't go,
They all cry woe, and don't you know, there's only me can help them so,
With a pair of all purpose, double-oversize, triple-insulated, solar-powered, men's rail warmers.


Warren Mars - May 2012