The sniffing bus
was sniffing late,
my oyster card
was past its date.
My pockets spewed
the change I’d begged.
I slammed it down
on the drivers ledge.
He took off roaring
I stumbled ‘n’ fell
This sniffing day
is going to hell.
I picked myself up
and found the seat.
This one came with
something to eat.
A kebabs carcass
adorned the cloth.
The tomato tempting
but I swept it off.
Onto the floor
it bumped
and rolled
Next stop;
the street of Old.
Hoxton bonnets,
fixie bikes,
twitter feeds
and facebook likes.
GPS your every move,
some location that
we all approve.
Post a photo
of your sniffing lunch.
Grated ice on
your sniffing punch.
I feel empty,
I wonder why.
My sniffing soul
just kissed the sky.
No Tall Stories 
March 27th, 2013 at 10:22 am
Reblogged this on shewrites and commented:
Hahhahaha! I love how fun and musical this piece is. Almost want to get into the imaginative Writer’s mind!
March 27th, 2013 at 2:55 pm
Hey Zhamour, thanks for the reblog and comment. See you around!
March 27th, 2013 at 12:01 pm
Excuse me, while I sniffing-well kiss the sky. Oh, and if that driver’s late again, I’ll sniffing ‘av ‘im… Nice one.
March 27th, 2013 at 2:56 pm
Thank you mutineer!
March 27th, 2013 at 12:50 pm
Sniff sniff 😦
March 27th, 2013 at 2:57 pm
🙂
March 27th, 2013 at 6:35 pm
Must be the same bus I got on last Tuesday…
April 2nd, 2013 at 12:45 pm
Seems to be half frustration and half dance – I can relate to a bus like this one! Beautiful rhythm as well 🙂
April 4th, 2013 at 10:21 am
Still holding strong with my flip phone! Rad rhymes.
April 9th, 2013 at 1:02 pm
An interesting little poem!
May 11th, 2013 at 3:23 pm
Oh nice and gritty. I like that.
July 6th, 2013 at 5:55 am
Strong voice you have. Thanks so much for the follow. Diana