Émigré

Émigré

 To the other side of the universe

I emigrated

I wanted to see how the other half lived.

Well…I needn’t have bothered;

The services are no better

The trains are never on time

The postman never rings twice

( I know – he should always ring twice,

But I think he was a bit confused)

And there’s a bloody bus on top of a roof,

Just like that one in Bexhill