First Class - Poem/Short Story
A story is famously told about a young boy who went on the train for the first time. This was when the mode of transport was still quite new and his town had just finished construction on the first station. The boy, ticket in hand, backpack on his shoulders, made his way into one of back carriages of the train and took his place among some of the more rowdy and jovial characters.
Well, as the tradition went on trains of old, the conductor came striding in, demanding to see each passengers' ticket. When he got to our friend, he took hold of his ticket, looked at it, looked back at the boy and barked "Young man, look at your ticket!". The boy was shocked. Nothing appeared wrong! Was the conductor trying to play a game with him? What was going on?
"Don't you see?!" barked the conductor again, "This ticket is a first-class ticket! Why are you hanging back here with these hyperactive rowdy people? Come with me to first-class right now!"
IT'S UPGRADE TIME, MY FRIENDS!
Recently, I thought of this story and had the idea to try and tell it over in poetry form, form the perspective of the young boy. This first-person outlook helped inspire the comical aspects of the poem, which is found in the word usage and dialect.
Hope you enjoy your read,
Yitzy Schweitzer
Well, as the tradition went on trains of old, the conductor came striding in, demanding to see each passengers' ticket. When he got to our friend, he took hold of his ticket, looked at it, looked back at the boy and barked "Young man, look at your ticket!". The boy was shocked. Nothing appeared wrong! Was the conductor trying to play a game with him? What was going on?
"Don't you see?!" barked the conductor again, "This ticket is a first-class ticket! Why are you hanging back here with these hyperactive rowdy people? Come with me to first-class right now!"
IT'S UPGRADE TIME, MY FRIENDS!
Recently, I thought of this story and had the idea to try and tell it over in poetry form, form the perspective of the young boy. This first-person outlook helped inspire the comical aspects of the poem, which is found in the word usage and dialect.
Hope you enjoy your read,
Yitzy Schweitzer
First Class - Poem
The train rode down the tracks,
On this clear, beautiful day
I was sitting, looking out the window
Watching the land disappear far away
I was on the train for the first time
I was all the way in the back
Little did I know
How quickly I'd derail from my track
The conductor came burstin' in
He demanded those tickets from all of us
I handed him mine, thinkin'
"I don't see why not, ain't worth a fuss"
The conductor however
Saw somethin' I did not see
He stared at that ticket
And right back at me
He said "Son this ticket,
Is for the first-class ride
Why you sittin' back here
Have you lost your mind?"
"Don't you know you deserve better
You've got the jackpot in your hand!
Come on, son, to the first-class cabin
On finer floors, you need to stand!"
The train rode down the tracks,
On this clear, beautiful day
I was sitting, looking out the window
Watching the land disappear far away
I was on the train for the first time
I was all the way in the back
Little did I know
How quickly I'd derail from my track
The conductor came burstin' in
He demanded those tickets from all of us
I handed him mine, thinkin'
"I don't see why not, ain't worth a fuss"
The conductor however
Saw somethin' I did not see
He stared at that ticket
And right back at me
He said "Son this ticket,
Is for the first-class ride
Why you sittin' back here
Have you lost your mind?"
"Don't you know you deserve better
You've got the jackpot in your hand!
Come on, son, to the first-class cabin
On finer floors, you need to stand!"
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