For some reason it had never occurred to me to express my frustration with the MBTA in haiku form, but Universal Hub's link to a haiku Tweet about the Green Line unleashed the poetic muse:
B-Line is wretched
there is no disputation
but the E is worst
Next stop Wonderland
but I can't understand you
get off your cell phone
How is there "traffic"
it's a train, not a highway
Red Line, I hate you
Oh, poor Silver Line
neither silver nor a line
just another bus
Ride the Orange Line
and you'll see the real Beantown
hope I don't get shot!
B, C, D, and E
why isn't there an A Line?
or F Line for "Fail"
Fares keep on rising
my T-pass a king's ransom
for a pauper's ride
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