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-- Publicly Transit--

Yesterday evening,

As I was traveling,

We hit the river styx.

 

The bussers got to scattering,

And a man made out of twigs

Sat next to me with a swish.

 

With teeth all a'chattering

Through a stutter-ridden lisp,

He blubbered and he spit

As he asked me for a kiss.

 

I said "that's quite flattering,

But you smell like stagnant ****

And I don't have any patience

For this attempted tryst."

 

With a devilish twist

Of his knotted, wooden wrist,

He handed me a Twix,

And said "eat this piece of candy

And I'll grant your every wish."

 

I knew it would be handy

When I packed some liquorice,

And though he was too handsy,

His promise seemed legit.

 

I traded him my sweets

And I ate his offered treat,

Then I feel asleep as quick

As a widow starts to weep.

 

I must admit

I was shocked

To find myself a heap,

 

A pile of trash

Cast aside

To be swept off of the street.

 

Lesson learned,

Ingrained deep:

Never trust

A timber creep

You meet upon a bus,

And never eat

Offered sweets,

Or else you will get mugged.

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mike-bergeron
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Mar 1, 2013
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