Nov 2013
For Andy,Your poem, As Requested!
Early evening.
Noticed bus fifteen hundred and sixty four.
Just escaped the traffic jam.
A sticky situation.
Bus full of loons.
Tomorrow's future.
Acting drunk and immature.
Drove up to the factory gate.
Decided they wanted not to wait.
The gate was locked.
Gang of drunken loony tunes were going on the rob.
The scaled the gate.
Ran amok.
Wanted to see what was left.
The factory shut.
A scavenging they went.
Found nothing but a few old tyres.
A few circuit boards and a couple of wires.
Heavy boots the copper came.
To investigate their crazy game.
The students heard him coming in.
Ran away made such a din.
Jumped back over locked gate.
To await.
Return trip.
Empty handed on the fifteen sixty four!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Early evening.
Noticed bus fifteen hundred and sixty four.
Just escaped the traffic jam.
A sticky situation.
Bus full of loons.
Tomorrow's future.
Acting drunk and immature.
Drove up to the factory gate.
Decided they wanted not to wait.
The gate was locked.
Gang of drunken loony tunes were going on the rob.
The scaled the gate.
Ran amok.
Wanted to see what was left.
The factory shut.
A scavenging they went.
Found nothing but a few old tyres.
A few circuit boards and a couple of wires.
Heavy boots the copper came.
To investigate their crazy game.
The students heard him coming in.
Ran away made such a din.
Jumped back over locked gate.
To await.
Return trip.
Empty handed on the fifteen sixty four!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
My friend is a bus driver..he suggested that i would not be able to write a poem about a bus and a gate! Nothing beats my imagination !
