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Jun 12, 2021
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Last bus home.
When yer o rings split
and yer gaskets blown,
the wife's done a flit
and yer on yer own.
when yer fan belts slipping
the sump guards dripping
and that twat behind
just won't stop pipping.
When the hill yer on
goes on and on
and the coasting days have
long since gone.
Then!! alight the
charabanc of verse
afore yer pistons seize--
and yer in the hearse !!
Obi.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Errrrrm, best ignore this one...(snigger)
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ray Whitaker
4 years 4 months ago
This wasn’t
tounge in cheek, was it?
Obadiah Grey
4 years 4 months ago
Yup, missed the mark eh?
Yup, missed the mark eh?
Geezer
4 years 4 months ago
An enjoyable...
little tongue-in-cheek!
One 'O' those days eh? ~ Geez.
.
Obadiah Grey
4 years 4 months ago
cheers....
cheers....
lovedly
4 years 4 months ago
no bus needed
obi
I 'm home as
lovedly
Obadiah Grey
4 years 4 months ago
ok.... saves walking LL !
ok.... saves walking LL !
Lavender
4 years 3 months ago
Last Bus Home
Hello, Obi,
Really like this clever approach to such relatable subject matter! So much to enjoy here, but the "charabanc of verse" is ingenious!
Thank you!
L
Obadiah Grey
4 years 3 months ago
Thanks for that, Lav. its
Thanks for that, Lav. its appreciated.
(just for the record, all my valves, gaskets. o rings, and sump guard, are serviceable and fully functional)
Obi.