Thursday, 22 March 2007

Old Piece Not About Moths...







Why Buses Come In Threes

The first bus leaves the depot on time,
picks up all the passengers
and drops them all off.

The second bus leaves the depot on time,
but now has fewer passengers to pick up
and so catches up with the first bus.

The third bus leaves from no depot.
It has no driver.
It glows a venomous green
and is made of pure spite.


Eddie Gibbons

(This poem was chosen as The Scottish Arts
Council's 'Poem of the Month' for August 2003)

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