Best Poems Written by Peter Hicks

seat's taken

“Do you mind if I take this seat youngster?” the old fart said with a smile. He could not. The seat in question was reserved for my plastic shopping bag. Though the bag was only holding two cans of Sprite and a tin of mints, I still felt that it was worthy of its own seat. I had never met the man before, yet I had become well acquainted with the plastic bag as I browsed the aisles of Coles. “Nah, sorry Mate” I responded. As we drove off, the old man struggled to keep his balance due to the buses swaying nature. I giggled aloud.

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