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Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/books/item_id/2316938-Those-Who-Live-in-Grass-Houses/day/1-22-2025
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Rated: 18+ · Book · Fantasy · #2316938
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..
January 22, 2025 at 11:22am
January 22, 2025 at 11:22am
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Bus

The ninety-nine does come this way,
or so I’ve 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,
I’ll stand and wait along with you
for, as it happens, I go there too.

Here comes one now, it’s going fast -
oh dear, oh my, it’s gone right past.
I should have seen, it was so clear,
a twenty-three it was and don’t stop here.

Oh well, I’m sure it won’t be long,
the waiting crowd’s now quite a throng
and all these people can’t be wrong,
soon ninety-nine will come along.

I’m told there’s thirty minutes wait
between each bus - they’re never late.
But I’ve been standing here an hour
which may be why I’m feeling sour.

Oh, there’s a bus just down the street -
I’ve never seen a sight more sweet…
yet now it seems it’s not my day,
it’s turned around and gone away.

I don’t think I can wait much longer,
I’m mad enough to dance the conga
right here at this forsaken stop,
now all together till we drop.

But wait, look up, there’s three approach,
one after t’other, here’s 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 last’s career is done,
it seems it has just room for one.

I’m sorry but I was the first,
besides I’m nearly dead from thirst,
and as I hop upon the bus,
don’t 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.


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