Stood for ages waiting for the bus <br />then at last one did finally arrive <br />as usual it was full to brimming <br />and as noisy as a Bee Hive. <br />At the back there were school kids <br />and one of them was smoking a fag <br />an old lady told him to put it out <br />but he refused and called her an old bag. <br />Thankfully the smoker got off the next stop <br />but not before giving the lady the V sign <br />then a drunk bloke got on and sat next to me <br />and he smelt of stale cigarettes and wine. <br />He tried to make conversation not just with me <br />but with all the passengers on the lower deck <br />he then tried chatting up a teenage girl <br />who told him he looked a bit like Shrek. <br />A woman was talking loudly on her mobile phone <br />saying that her doctor told her not to worry <br />we all heard about her weight problems <br />as the doctor told her to cut down on chips and Curry. <br />So if your looking for inspiration for a poem <br />or you've writers block and feeling non plus <br />don't just sit there staring out of the window <br />do what I just did and hopped on a local Bus!<br /><br />Kevin Halls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-bus-4/
