Cloned Tickets

Waiting for the last train home & 
Imagining me practicing giving to 
A cold conductor my cloned ticket 
With a simple "hello" - or I will 
Be fancy & fancy a "how do you do 
Sir?" - nah, that's no good, just 
Invites too many new spiders into 
My web, & besides - he won't care 
Nor listen - it is the last train 
Home & even if he lives all alone 
Like a gnome whose garden's still 
Unknown to any tome, my forgotten 
Mouse still prefers his own house 
Even when there isn't a spouse to 
Whom "I Am Home!" he can announce