42 Rhyming Couplets

The 8:08 service came to a stop
Under a sky the colour of a mop

A woman got on, nice and quickly
And found a seat, delightfully slickly

All of a sudden there stood this man
Who held her fallen scarf in his hand

He gave it back and as she spoke
She turned the colour of a can of coke

As she blushed he hung about
Wanted to speak but nothing would spout

Then without warning he walked away
And that was all that particular day

Until the next morning, in their individual styles
They were seen on the platform exchanging smiles