White Bus
I saw a white bus today
Moving steadily along
Its destination I could not say
Or to whom it belonged
It was different from other busses
With all its windows black
And who knows who was driving it
Or the passengers in back
I saw another down the road
The same as the first
And again I wanted to know
Who these people were
The busses were the usual size
And drove the posted speed
Though to the average eye
They were a mystery
The busses I saw were on the go
Along with us travelling too
And I was surprised to know
They would arrive at prison soon
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: April 27th, 2019 21:39
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Good write w c. Oh a bus now. We would expect vans with windows blacked out.
Thanks, orchidee. I see the vans you speak of too.
An informative read w.c. and told so carefully the final lines took me quite by surprise....... thank you for sharing this tale of the mysterious white bus.
Thanks so much, Fay! I hope i never have to ride the white bus!
I was surprised that you was surprised, interesting writing.
Hope I don't ride it though but I guess most of them did too 😉
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