They veer left and right, the cast is insane,

Wait Wait Don't Tell Me is rolling down the lane.

I'll cash in the program for a new window pane.

And then it's true, I might complain, again and again,

but I will be mobile and not stuck on this train.

This man with his loud NPR, but should I complain?

Of course I got stuck sitting next to this drain!

And his ticket and mine are both headed to Spain,

and we have ten more hours of this terrible pain.

What's that, the man is getting up

to change seats with a woman with a little black pup.

She settles down when she is able.

Oh no! I hear her podcast of "Splendid Table."

Conductor, conductor!

Let me off here!

I'd like to turn these NPR

programs in for a car!