Four, I say , four days till the Poetry Bus will be away with the mixer drinking diesel. Have you been down to the 'garage' or taken the Plath less travelled? Will there be a sonnet on the bonnet, will a villanelle ring the bell, will rhyme leave on time or free verse reverse out of the bus stop like a wheeled bat out of hell into the blogosphere? Only YOU can decide. Be there, or be somewhere else entirely nagged and niggled by regret that you weren't there.
A quick word now from Mel 'Braveheart' Gibson.
" This is one small drive for Bus Poets, but one intergalactic mystery trip for PoetBuskind.We may be speeding , we may have no lights tax or insurance, we may be pulled over by the intenet superhighway patrol, they may take our names and addresses, they may even take the bus, our money, our freedom but they'll never take our poetry! "