I sat upon the train today
Having had enough of work.
A dame was seated next to me
As the train began to lurch.
She made a move as if to leave
So I offered up a path.
“Oh no,” she muttered quietly.
“I’ve a different pressing task.
“My glasses have got lost, you see,
And I think they’re where you are.”
“Oh dear,” I said, “They are not here,
They must be somewhere in this car.”
“Tut tut,” she said, “Forget it all,
I don’t want them anyway.”
“But do you not need them to see?”
I protested in dismay.
She heaved and sighed and shook her head,
Then turned her face from me.
She scoffed and huffed and rolled her eyes,
Irked by my audacity.
“I said I do not need the things!”
She snapped with rising ire.
“I told you to leave it alone,
You kids make small things dire.”
And then she stood and brushed right past
As I sat with mouth agape.
She shuffled off the train with haste
And tripped on a suitcase.
The last I saw my irate friend,
She was glaring through the glass.
I swear I only tried to help,
But she thinks I’m an ass.