A Crowded Ride

This is a post inspired by a chat with my good friend, Spumoni Caddo. Check out spumonicaddo.wordpress.com for some wonderful poetry.

It was unordinary,
An unusual scene,
A milling of children
As if in a dream.
For weeks I’d had
Peace on my own
Now all that I dreaded
Invaded my home.
But when I say home
I really mean bus,
A long thing with wheels
And no usual fuss.
So many faces
Such uproarious noise
Some of it girls
But mostly it boys.
This signalled a countdown
That I’d start right now
Till holiday time
And peace here somehow.
Please don’t get me wrong
I love little kids,
Just not on my travels,
I want to get rid.
England, you shout!
No, the U.S of A.
Where bus rides are happy,
Kids have room to play.
Well, I haven’t got much choice,
In fact,
I’ve got none.
So I’ll sit here all quiet
And pray them begone.

(Image courtesy iss.schoolwires.com and Google images)

13 thoughts on “A Crowded Ride

  1. That is Fantastic, Fabuloso!! Gave me a great laugh. ‘Course, it’s not the school buses, I’m riding–but public transportation; so the kids are Jr High and Sr High age, which means the girls are usually louder than the boys–everyone yakking on their cell phones. And their language–ooh! Thanks so much for the wonderful poem, Richard–what fun!!

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