It's 30 years since Poems on the Underground started. In that time over 500 poems — written by the famous to the relatively obscure — have been published above commuter's head, and next to ads for hair loss clinics.
To celebrate, we want to hear your original poems about the tube. Could be a limerick like this:
There was a prince from Clapham Junction
Who didn't know how the trains functioned
He hailed a train down
Got smacked in the crown
And didn't make his scheduled unction.
A haiku like this:
"Use all the doors please"
Doesn't he realise I
Can only use one
Or an Waste Land-esque epic which, clearly, we haven't been bothered to write. Publish your poems in the comments, or tweet them to @londonist
