WRITING ON THE MOVE
I recommend the London bus when seeking
All sorts of human life is there, and folks
of every nation.
All crammed together, talking, texting
Sometimes the noise can be quite vexing
But at the same time, quite productive.
Inactive hours can be constructive.
Listen carefully, observe them well;
Each passenger has a tale to tell!
One day, a
woman with bright saffron hair
And a man arrived carrying a large dining
On a sardine packed bus there wasn't much
But folk took no notice and they got off
Then a girl with a seven foot cactus got on
And a man with a Python joined further
Not an eyelid was batted, we just sat and
But huddled together in case it escaped.
All this I wrote down in a spiral notebook
Whilst my neighbours looked shifty and
strained for a look.
There were incidents scary as well as good
Like the day some young lads on the bus had
Doors locked, armed police soon surrounded
But the kids had all scarpered before all
But it made a good story and gave food for
Though I doubt very much if the rascals got
This method of writing's not hard to
Jot everything down and then read it again.
There'll be plenty of rubbish, but a
diamond or two
And at the end of the journey, it's all
up to you.