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Crossing the Yellow River
Yi Sha
As the train was passing over the Yellow River
I was in the toilet having a piss
Oh, I knew I was being remiss
I should have been sitting at one of the windows
Or standing by a door of the carriage
left hand on my hip
Shielding my eyes with my right hand
Gazing out like some Great Man
Or like a poet, at the very least
Recalling some anecdote connected with this river
Or some episode from its history
Just then, everyone was gazing out the window
While I was in the toilet
For what seemed like ages
For my time had come
I had waited 24 hours for this
But in the time it took to have a piss
I’d left the Yellow River a long way behind me
£¨Simon Patton & Tao Naikan Ò룩