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I wrote my very first poem at the age of 15, it was on paper. It was a time of expression, it lasted well into …
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Olivia Kent Aug 2015
BUS DRIVER
Olivia Kent
Aug 2015
His name was Natas and he drove the Uni-Link.
Keen occupation.
For a hellish dude.
He didn't wear any aftershave, with even a slight sulphuric twang.
He wore a bristling beard, that just covered up his pointed chin.
This bus driver.
Pleasant looking chap.
Was he really the bringer of mortal sin?
Really the bus driver this Saturday morn.
He smiled at the ladies.
Flat cap perched on his head.
It covers up his mini horns.
He was driving the ten thirty from Swaythling.
Off to town we go.
Hi **.
He drove safely and sensibly.
Got me to my stop.
My destination wasn't hell.
Neither was his today.
(c)Livvi
Keen occupation.
For a hellish dude.
He didn't wear any aftershave, with even a slight sulphuric twang.
He wore a bristling beard, that just covered up his pointed chin.
This bus driver.
Pleasant looking chap.
Was he really the bringer of mortal sin?
Really the bus driver this Saturday morn.
He smiled at the ladies.
Flat cap perched on his head.
It covers up his mini horns.
He was driving the ten thirty from Swaythling.
Off to town we go.
Hi **.
He drove safely and sensibly.
Got me to my stop.
My destination wasn't hell.
Neither was his today.
(c)Livvi
Actually he drove very well.
He doesn't look like Satan really and I don't know his name.
Just inspired my words.
He doesn't look like Satan really and I don't know his name.
Just inspired my words.