The Bus
Rumble rumble chuga chuga boom
We sit on the bus as it struggles through the gloom
Mumble grumble hear the voices say
"What an awful journey I've stood up all the way"
"Could you would you move aside a little
Your elbows in my ribcage and it's feeling rather brittle"
Jingle jangle rings a mobile phone
Not another one they think and what a silly tone
Crinkle crackle goes a magazine
They thumb the pages idly and don't know what they've seen
Scribble scrabble goes my pencil lead
As the noises on the bus, make music in my head
Contest : first poem on the soup (( second poem 4 some ))
8th Place
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