Under the Seat of the Bus
November 26, 2011 § Leave a comment
The lack of bumper cars was shocking.
To salvage what was left of the day,
He handed out strips of tickets for bread sticks,
And distributed the endearing talking wigs
Which had been chattering, singing
And telling secrets under the seat of the bus.
The absurd novelties displayed surprising intelligence.
Uneasy, he kept still, listening.