Fiddleflop

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!