This is called “I remember“:

A cold, wet night, by candlelight—
Our love as strong as death—
Your soft, warm thighs and soul-dark eyes
Sweet wine upon your breath.

‘This train is destined for Wembley Park’
No more illusion of free will
But destiny’s arrow missed its mark:
We jumped ship at Dollis Hill

The first line is an exact quote from a platform announcer on the Jubilee Line. We were held at Southwark and he wibbled on in a very plummy voice for about five minutes. But that line stuck in my memory. See my twitter feed.

Tesco: if what we want isn’t there
How can you expect us to buy it?
That length of shelf is always bare
But stocked items sell best. Try it.

Dedicated to a friend who is perpetually looking for Jamie Oliver spaghetti.

Streams of suits and frenetic fuss;
We’d all be screwed if not for the bus.
Signal failures our fates assign:
Severe delays on the Jubilee Line.

See it on Twitter: I had to remove punctuation to get 140 chars.