The Black Bus

The bus rolled up, and parked on the green

It was painted black outside,

With just one sign, up over the door

‘Come in for a hell of a ride.’

So the neighbours gathered around the bus

And the wife went up to the door,

She said, ‘Come on, stop making a fuss,

What are you waiting for?’

My Dawn has always been quick to jump

She’ll do most things for a fling,

She gets herself in trouble enough

By trying most everything,

She once got stuck on the Ferris Wheel

When she got right up to the top,

Then the lights went out, and they all went home

And the seat began to rock.

You’d think that that would have cured her when

She spent the night in the air,

Freezing her butt in the darkness and

Tied to a swinging chair,

When the wind blew up and the rain came down

And the lights in the fair went out,

She swears that she almost lost her voice

For the times that she tried to shout.

Now here she was at the door of a bus

That was black, and dim inside,

You couldn’t see through the tinted glass

I know, for we all had tried,

The neighbours stood there, egging her on

Though they stood well back in fear,

While Dawn rapped hard on the bus’s door,

Nobody else went near.

The door slid back with an evil swish

And revealed a dim red glow,

She said ‘Come on,’ and I said ‘You wish,’

She called me a so-and-so,

But climbed the step and the door slid shut

Locking us all outside,

The diesel roared as it started up,

Drove into the countryside.

That said it might have been Martians or

Some pinhead freaks from the Moon,

We didn’t know what they came here for

But we all would find out soon,

I hate to think what they did to her

In the glow of that evil bus,

Or if there was only the driver, but

He sure wasn’t one of us!

They found her out in a country lane

Or at least, what there was left,

I went quite crazy with grief, for I

Had never felt so bereft,

They’d taken her heart, and her kidneys, lungs

And even the balls of her eyes,

So now we knew what that sign had meant,

‘Come in for a hell of a ride.’

If ever you see a big black bus

Roll up and park on the green,

Stay well away from the door, or pay

The price that my Dawn has seen,

It’s there to collect the organs from

Unwary ones, and it steals

Whatever it can from mortal man,

It’s really a hell on wheels!

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Wow! That sure sounded like one "helluva ride"! Awesome tale.

[T.S. Sky]

Wow excellent story. Scary.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very deadly tale. Those organs have great value into day market. I did enjoy this tale my friend David. Thank you for sharing the outstanding story in the poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

Now you are penning the things more and more younger people love to read and see in movies. Nice scary tale. Valentine Very well written.

[Tony Jordan]

I guess curiousity got the better of this cat mate.
You could be foretelling the NHS though too.
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Another cracking piece with a moral from your ever-wry but never-dry pen DLP.
Bravo