The poetry bus is back, it has morphed into a big yellow American schoolbus, just like they have in The Simpsons..Cool!
The bus was brillo driven by Chiccoreal last week and I enjoyed each and every one of the poems ye all wroted.So many thanks to Chicco and also to all yous what writ stuff.The whjole charabang would be but a cymbal clashing or a gong booming without all of you joining in.So pat yourselves on the back.We are all broken pots, it's how we put ourselves
back together that matters and no matter how many times we break, poetry(reading or writing) can always be a bit of glue.
So this week buspassers the Poetry school bus is in the very capable hands of Karen.You can read her instructos and her poems HERE
So the class bell is ringing, Stinky Whelan is getting a wedgie, Inky Stacey is swotting in the library, Lugs Lannigan is telling tales to teacher, and I'm off to the bicycle sheds for a can of lager and a fag.If you see Chalky White, tell him he's DEAD at dinner break if he hasn't done my homework.
Se ya Monday chums, except of course I don't do skool on Mondays so I'll see ye on the bus home. Pippple toodles!
4 comments:
I bet you sit on the back seat of the school bus TFE.
Whoo Hoo! And I haven't even got to Karen's yet.
Can't wait to see what you come up with!
Hello!
It has been quite a long time since I commented, my apologies.
I should really stop by more; I like what you have posted recently.
Anyways, I hope all is going swimmingly and that my drawing still warms your wall.
j.
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