Tranquil03

A simple thought...
2003-05-28 10:56:03 (UTC)

English Poem

The bus, we hoped, would leave its spot at once,
But to our hopes was only bleak silence.
A rowdy bunch inside a bus is not,
A situation brews amongst the lot.
And in this pack of goodly gods will find,
A tale of honor, truth, and beauty blind.

Denise slumbers in silent, dulcet dreams,
And Randy bright nectar on neck he creams.
Denise did dream of princes long ago,
And feed did she on his supple ego.

And Joe and Carl discourse did they upon
A mystery of life – today is gone.
“Can it be true?” he would suffice to say,
And on it went. Identical array.

To Randy, ‘Nise was gone and he was free,
To Kayla he walked, holding his decree.
To force he went, but strong her valor was.
A knife submerged in him would find no pause.

So Greel did talk about her man so brave,
So often, her friends begged her to behave.
So one by one she played them at the not,
Of some premise that she was a big shot.

But Harry, teacher, in control was he,
With students input in form a bookie.
Poor yells were met with proud indifference too,
Not one without did yell about how-to.

Now Julie stands over the Randy-corpse,
She screams and yells at him until she’s hoarse.
And Eve alone found paper sailing in,
But only one clear tear would find her chin.

Come time for blankets, Harry handed out,
Enough were there before a bookie’s doubt.
The last – John, would find himself not one,
For poor man’s child would soon find him a son.

So up John rises to shout for his say,
But met with shouts to tell him go away.
So force he would the bum who took not one,
But position he took at John certain.

The bum would find an ally with the mass,
So out they threw John, out the back on ass!
“I will show them,” John did proclaim aloud,
So strung himself upon a branch endowed.


The bus went on, with valor deep and bright,
With honor and beauty encrusted flight,
And swinging down aloft a tall oak tree,
Is evil, wrong existing no more -





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