Going home on't busA Poem by Wild RoseJust a commuter journeyGoing home on the bus Been working late Took a seat the first in the smoking zone Got out a text book and commenced to read Man comes behind with a small child Lights a cig and begins to smoke blows to smoke forward All round my face Please do you mind Don't blow your smoke my way It just goes that way Yell 'ave ter stick or move Returned to my book (so he thought) Removed from my pocket Pipe, tobacco (herbal smell like burning grass) and matches Filled the pipe Lit it Now blew the smoke So it drifted his way Just puffed and blew Now he was beginning to choke Took out a larger pipe Tobacco that issued black smoke I continued to blow the smoke his way He was now surrounded by a black smoke screen Coughing he go up and moved Some ladies across - gave me a clap He's allus doin' that Praps 'eel larn To consider other folks An' not blows his smoke I; their face Wish I could believe a lesson he's learned But his sort - no never - not him
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9 Reviews Added on April 13, 2018 Last Updated on April 13, 2018 Tags: "Going Home" "Bus" "journey" AuthorWild RoseLake Disrtict, Cumbria, United KingdomAboutBA (Hons)Management studies Open University Full tech Cert. Marine: Aviation & Industrial Instrumentation and Conrtol Retired engineering lecturer Ex racing cyclist: fell walker: Camper more..Writing
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