Bus Weevil Poem by C Richard Miles

Bus Weevil



On the bus it lurks,
That horrid little weevil,
Contemplates your kit
And thinks up something evil.

When you’re in the street,
You notice you’re a glove less
Which, wickedly, the weevil
Appropriated, loveless.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Audette 18 November 2008

Cute rhyme! I thought this was going to be about that daredevil insect that rode a motorcycle and jumped over buses...you know, Weevil Knievel. -chuck

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