My friend Holly wrote a poem for me about my experience on the bus to Airway Heights (where James and Karen live). I must warn you... this story is kind of shocking... so if you want to read this poem aloud... maybe make sure there aren't a lot of kids around... or you might have to explain psychological disorders and drug addiction to them.
Anyways, here it goes:
The Bus to Airway Height by Holly Hicks
(based on actual events reported by Ana Thomas)
Upon the bus
One day I rode
to Karen & James'
and Fergie their toad
I sat in the front
By a mom and kid
I made a safe choice
Well, I thought I did
A voice from behind
Soon rang in my ear
A woman in black
Her ranting I hear
She raved on and on
Of time spent in jail
Her story appeared
To be quite the tale
As she walked by
Her black hood fell down
The cell phone she used
Not there to be foun'
Some girls soon replied
"Psycho Brittney Spears"
And awkward laughter
Relieved all our fears.
But once she was gone
Adventure remained
A couple meth-heads
with faces so maimed
His eyes sunken in
Her "bitter-beer face"
They staggered aboard
But stared into space
She stood with her card
But still couldn't pay
For swiping it seemed
Was too hard that day
They finally sat down
And my trip was done
The bus found my stop
And ended my fun.
The moral I'd say
Of theis po'm I wrote:
Please avoid the bus
And just take a boat.
the end.
I have to add one caveat to this poem... the "psycho britney spears" thing refers to when her hood fell down not only did she not have a phone, but her head was shaved! It was wild!
life never gets boring here in spokompton!
until another exciting adventure...
Ana
PS: if you want to know... i can also tell you a story about when there was a fight outside the bus because a guy on the bus slapped this punk kid (also on the bus) across the face for making too much noise with his cell phone. (yes, the kid was annoying... but throwing punches? lets get real...)
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