Trainus regit me

Just for fun...

My train is a local, I shall be late.

It makes me to stop in small towns, and goes slowly beside still waters.

The gardens and trees I see revive my soul.

I am led slowly along the railways for New Jersey Transit's sake.

Even though the train runs through the darkness of the Hoboken tunnel, I shall fear no evil.

My Conductor and my trainmen, they comfort me.

They find a seat for me in the presence of those who trouble me

The train jostles, and my coffee cup tippeth over.

I annoint the heads of the other passengers with spillage.

Surely the annoyed and damp passengers will persue me from one end of the train to the other.

I feel like this train ride will last for ever.