GoT plus the PromptMaster! and Cards Against Authors stuff (poetry and short stories) |
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Apparently this is going to be a load of writing of various types - stories, poems, reviews and, no doubt, just about anything else you can think of.. |
| Bus The ninety-nine does come this way, or so Iāve heard some people say, and here it stops, so claims the sign, the one with Bus Stop written fine. If you are going to Old Hampstead and looking forward to your bed, Iāll stand and wait along with you for, as it happens, I go there too. Here comes one now, itās going fast - oh dear, oh my, itās gone right past. I should have seen, it was so clear, a twenty-three it was and donāt stop here. Oh well, Iām sure it wonāt be long, the waiting crowdās now quite a throng and all these people canāt be wrong, soon ninety-nine will come along. Iām told thereās thirty minutes wait between each bus - theyāre never late. But Iāve been standing here an hour which may be why Iām feeling sour. Oh, thereās a bus just down the street - Iāve never seen a sight more sweet⦠yet now it seems itās not my day, itās turned around and gone away. I donāt think I can wait much longer, Iām mad enough to dance the conga right here at this forsaken stop, now all together till we drop. But wait, look up, thereās three approach, one after tāother, hereās our coach all labelled ninety-nine indeed - the first is full and gathers speed. The second too has no more room, it rattles past, seems set on zoom, and when the lastās career is done, it seems it has just room for one. Iām sorry but I was the first, besides Iām nearly dead from thirst, and as I hop upon the bus, donāt swear at me and make a fuss. Line count: 40 Rhymed aabb For PromptMaster! Task Prompt, Week 3 Prompt: Write a poem that makes the reader wait. |