Stifling heat,
Lack of air,
Passengers pushing,
Mighty scare.
Bus rolls on,
Nasty stares,
Elbows nudge,
Tempers flare.
I must get off,
This is hell,
Bus is slowing,
I ring the bell.
Finally off,
In desperate mood,
Lucky escape,
Sanity renewed.

Comments
braintrain | June 12, 2010 - 18:03
I've so been there good poem