The Bus Stop
Forever Waiting...
This is my daily rite.
Will this bus ever show?
My toes are nearing frostbite.
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It is nowhere in sight.
Is this a banned borough?
This is my daily rite.
❄❄❄
I loathe this winter blight.
Standing knee deep in snow.
My toes are nearing frostbite.
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I‘ll be here until night.
Why is the bus so slow?
This is my daily rite.
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Blinded by the floodlight,
I should buy my own auto.
My toes are nearing frostbite.
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Might as well start a campsite.
The bus is a no show.
This is my daily rite.
My toes are nearing frostbite.
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This poem is a special dedication to Canadian winters and bus services.
May we all board safely and in a timely manner this winter season.
About the Creator
Haggar Ben
I love to dream and let my mind drift off into new worlds and characters.
With the use of this platform, I plan to practice the gift and artform of storytelling.
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Comments (6)
Funny villanelle!
Very clever poem!
Awesome villanelle! Very relatable story! Campsite twist was funny!
Lovely poem. Nice job :)
This is so good! Well done!
Great entry.