I rarely go by bus but when I do
For safety’s sake I choose a seat well back.
Today the bus was crowded like a zoo,
My seat companion wore a plastic mac,
He looked quite foreign, dark, and rather nervous.
To break the ice I said “It’s very warm”,
He rolled his eyes and said that God would save us,
Began to rant and wildly wave his arm.
I looked around but no-one seemed to notice,
And I am jammed against the window, blocked,
So can’t get past this madman now at prayer
Intoning loudly “God will not be mocked”.
To calm him down I asked “Why are you here? ”
“Suicide bomber”, he whispered in my ear.
10/8/03
Very scary, Peter. This one gave me the creeps. Therefore, I loved it. VT
Is this a true story? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! That was pretty scary! I loved it!
Now you see, that is why I don't ride buses. Between the suicide bombers and the people that snatch your gold chains off as you exit and the bus pulls off....it's just not safe!
You portray the sense of entrapment and looming danger very vividly. Ten. Susie.
Wow! Brilliant! ! I never expected the ending and it was a total surprise. You are an excellent writer! ! (Seriously) Rene'
Pardon me while I take a moment to uncringe. Eek, and I have to hop a plane in the morning. Glad you got off the bus safely and were able to tingle our spines with your artistry.
Oh the buses of Hull eh? ? You take your life into your own hands when you take this particular mode of transport.... ha ha! ! Good read Peter! HG x
what a delightful poem...i don't know if i was s'posed to - but it made me tickle and gave me a smile...especially that whisper line...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OMG! ! Peter, rofl Everyone's worst nightmare travelling companion for sure! rofl Sorry it was very funny though! Now that is what I call dealing with a difficult topic. 10 from creased up Tai