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