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The Bus Stop

Contributed by XxNights_ChildxX on Thursday, 17th February 2005 @ 09:38:47 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



In the beginning, it was all just fun and games,
Then when we noticed, things got a little strange,
Look at all the white vans, and the old people too,
Why are they following us, what ever did we do?
Old senial penguine lady, and a sexy jehovas witness,
Man things go so wierd, like come on whats with this?
Then there was Elf, starring at us from up in his room,
He really creeped us out, amidst his lamp and gloom,
And of course there was naked tighty whitey man,
Talking on his phone and doing something with his hand,
Then there is creepy dude, he sometimes got mad,
I think he thinks were crazy, either that or really bad,
The government is onto us, how did the figure out we know?
As we walk to the bus stop, does it honestly really show?
We saw the police watching us, as he passed us by,
We acted all casual, and waved and screamed out "hi!",
And how could we forget the truckers, honking their horns,
Jen would scream and we'd laugh, we'd feel so worn,
And after all of it is over , I miss it more than ever,
But I'll never forget, the fun times we spent together .




Copyright © XxNights_ChildxX ... [ 2005-02-17 21:38:47]
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Re: The Bus Stop (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 17th February 2005 @ 11:06:01 PM AEST
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good poem....very interesting and creative. nothing like this i am sure. my bus stop is as interesting as the people that drive past, not at all.


Re: The Bus Stop (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 18th February 2005 @ 01:08:57 AM AEST
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HAHAHA! This is funny. You have Co Op where you live too? COOL! But I am a MAx Value kind of guy.




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