Bus drivers

[Nunavut Patrick]

Is there anything more sexy than a gorgeous blonde operating mass public transit? Saw one today with long flowing blonde hair, manoevering her bus in and out of traffic, opening the doors to receive riders. Reminds me of a great poem I wrote, back in the 80's, the heady days of mass transit before low-interest car loans.

 

The Bus

 

The Bus

Carries them away

 

The Bus

Brings them back

[Truered]

he's a poet but he doesn't know it!

[Hermes]

Reminds me of a great poem I wrote, back in the 80's, the heady days of mass transit before low-interest car loans.

 

The Bus

 

The Bus

Carries them away

 

The Bus

Brings them back

 

A question Patrick. Where you high when you wrote the poem, or when you posted it on here? "Great poem"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Nunavut Patrick]

I was actually sitting on a grassy embankment overlooking the street when the bus drove by. It was one of those inspirational moments that are few and far between. Just lucky that I was cutting class and had paper and pen ready or the world would have missed out. I don't believe I was on anything, as apart from beer, scotch and missing classes I was a model student....

 

Often tried to come up with a sequel, like "The Tram" or "The Train" but never could.

[Hermes]

Patrick,

Please look up sarcasm in the dictionary and then re-read my post.

 

 

If you write a sequel keep it to yourself.

[Nunavut Patrick]

Sarcasm- it's in the same section as.............. streetcars......

 

I feel inspirational all of a sudden.

[Total Longo]

Don't listen to hermes, NP, keep the poems coming.

 

I give it 9 out of 10 ( minus one point because i hate buses ).

Any verse about mass transit systems can only be a good thing ( except buses)

[Nunavut Patrick]

Now I feel the pressure;

 

A Boat

 

High seas

Or low seas

A boat is always good

When it is afloat

 

A ship, much bigger than

A boat

Is also always good

When it does not flip

 

And now the tanker

The glorious tanker

We shall thank the Captain

As long as he doesn't sink her

[Hermes]

Don't listen to hermes, NP, keep the poems coming.

 

I give it 9 out of 10 ( minus one point because i hate buses ).

Any verse about mass transit systems can only be a good thing ( except buses)

 

TL, if it's poetry you want give me a topic.

[Truered]

How about a poem on Debauchery

[Kurt]

I once knew this guy from Stoke

Who desperately wanted a "coke"

No money he had

This story is sad

The guy was completely broke

 

So he set out on the way to this place

Where everyone looked to be gays

Boinking hard in a hurry

Way down there in Surrey

Salvation only lies in his prays

 

So he returned to his own little home

He sat there starved to his bone

no man of his dream

or a beauty queen

Just a sad confused bi all alone

 

 

;)

[Nunavut Patrick]

Yes, Kurt, but did he take a bus from Stoke to Surrey.

[Total Longo]

TL, if it's poetry you want give me a topic.

 

I've got half a "snickers", will that do?

 

now you know how everybody else feels :-)

[Hermes]

How about a poem on Debauchery

 

It was they said, the wedding of the century

Between the sweet little virgin the tooth fairy

And the Marquis de Sade

Whose weapons always hard

Now they both lead a life of DEBAUCHERY

[Kurt]

Yes, Kurt, but did he take a bus from Stoke to Surrey.

 

As he was broke he had to hitch-hike ;)

[Kurt]

How about a poem on Debauchery

 

 

 

Debauchery:

Drunken ferry boat woman

swayin' on your sea

if I turn on the gasfire

by the rain rattled window

won't you sail over to me

 

The hail storm tumbles

the rail line rumbles

you move in the porch with me

on an overcast day

the pale winter city

an afternoon's debauchery

 

Your blouse your skirt

I'll undo them so gentle

with beautiful care

I'm a lonely man

with five bottles of wine

I'd like you to share

 

The hail storm tumbles

the rail line rumbles

you move through the doors with me

on an overcast day

the pale winter city

an afternoon's debauchery

 

Orange street light

afternoon becomes night

you drink your wine from a mug

there's cats at the backdoor

the snow is two inches

you roll down your tights on the rug

 

The hail storm tumbles

the rail line rumbles

you lie on the floor with me

come closer my love

I'm badly in need

of an afternoon's debauchery

 

 

This is the lyrics of David Gray`s debauchery....

[Hermes]

Singer he may be, Poet Laureate will never be bestowed on him.

[Remmie]

It's brown and hairy.

 

It has a longue tongue and plays with newspaper.

 

Yep, it's definitely a dog.

 

That was my poem Are you sure it's a dog?

 

I do like your poems Mr Patrick of the Nunavut variety, keep them coming.

[Nunavut Patrick]

Why, thank you Mr Remmie and I promise when I publish them I won't nick "Are you sure it's a dog?" :)

[rondeco]

This thread requires a bump,

When I read np's poem I felt a lump

At the back of my throat

and wouldn't you know it,

it made me want to jump

[Remmie]

Good bumping 'deco