Ode to Bus 66

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A very short poem I wrote while waiting for my morning school bus...

Submitted: April 25, 2008

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Submitted: April 25, 2008




Ode to Bus 66

Tick-tock, time goes by...

Nothing to do, I look to the sky...

It looks like rain - but then again,

I glimpse some blue...... Where the hell are you?!

Some old woman stands beside me

She asks for the time, I say “7:30...”

Late again...” she mumbles, and looks down

I look up the street again, and I frown...

Slowly a crowd is gathering... waiting...

For the sudden rush of orange and smoke

Jangling coins inside their pockets

But, alas, no end to their hopes!

I can hear it already...

My professor's mocking voice

As he asks 'What was it this time?' -

It's not like I had a choice

I'll reply, as I do ALWAYS -

'It was the ruddy bus!

But what's the point in trying to explain?!

In the end you always blame US!'

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