TRAIN

      In platform one there stands a train
      It calls at every station
      Takes it's time along the track
      Enjoying it's duration
      The driver is an expert
      He's taken years to learn
      His knowledge stands him in good stead
      Knows every twist and turn.

      In platform two another train
      It is a sleek express
      Only stops at major stations
      Dying to impress
      When it gets to where it's going
      Things have been omitted
      Hasn't learnt the proper route
      Because it weren't comitted.

      The moral of this story
      Is like tortoise and the hare
      If you let The Spirit guide
      He's going to get you there
      If you jump the learning queue
      By going your own speed
      Your tower of Babel will collapse
      A sorry mess indeed.