(s)Miles on a train – rotten poem # 2

They looked at me, and gave a smile

Sniggered at me, again in a while;

I looked at my dress, it was fine,

My hair-do and make-up, were in line.

I closed my eyes, and tapped my feet,

Enjoying the trendy hip-hop and its beat.

The punks burst laughing, as loud as a hyena can,

When the battery ran out, of my antique walkman!