15 July 2012
Sitting with my dear wife
Enjoying the peaceful life
A call from my daughter
The illusion does shatter
Alas! She would bemoan
All in a bother
Her brother's iPhone
He's left on the bus
The no 5
How will he survive?!
I feel a poem coming on
No time for the bourbon
Dashed out to enquire
And find with much fuss
A journey elsewhere
Is surely required
Pulling up at the bus stop
I'm caught on the hop
The no5 bus Hey!
Is getting away
I torpedo across the road
Heart pounds ready to explode
I grabbed the bus
Stopped & searched
To no avail
No iPhone
I'm blown!
Gonna need that ale!
Soon had to ask
"Are there two no 5's?"
With puzzled looks of mirth
A chuckle behind the mask
" This is the no9!
You got the wrong bus guy"!!!
No 5 Bus • Opuss № I