Not-so-speedy Speed Bag

Clickity... Clickety.... Clickity.... The Englishman never taught me the speed bag. That came later. It didn't sound rhythmic when I tried. It sounded painful. Like experimental jazz. Like terrible music played too loud. I play the speed bag now. Clickity-clack-clickity-clack-clickity-CLACK It's a train now. It reverberates through the gym. The Englishman, wherever he is now, can feel it in his teeth. That train rolls through everyday at noon. Come in. The Englishman should. Wherever he is now.