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Bus … Stop Caught a ride on the bus. Wasn’t much of a fuss. Hopped on at the stop. Sat down with a plop. Heard a POP! Driver, Gus, Found a nail in the tire. The guy was a cryer. I didn’t blame him. Riding on the rim. Future: dim, Cuss, perspire. ~ ~ ~ 12 lines Poet’s Place café prompt: form – Clogrynach (6 lines / any number of stanzas / syllables per line: 8, 8, 5, 5, 3, 3 / rhyme scheme: A, A, B, B, B, A) (11.22.21) |