It starts simply,
A nice trip downstairs to the subway
To ride the newest, bestest and most exciting train of all!
The staircase is inviting, with pictures of white rabbits,
white flowers,
white jackets,
and—

Wait a minute,
I’ve lead myself astray,
this way I never asked for,
I take a moment to gather my thoughts
What basket am I using to store all these things anyway?
Must be made of wicker
I pull out my phone and look up the components of a basket
I briefly wonder how the touchscreen works and Google “wood basket”
No signal!
But on the screen I see that I’ve lost the plot and the train’s left without me.