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.

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