Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Nonsense Poems - Indian Bus Ride

This bus is a cup,

Brimming with creatures,

Big nose, small toes,

And other amusing features.

From here to there,

To every type of where,

Jump on, jump in,

Inhale the stink.

Enjoy the view,

And mind your head,


Manna hai.

If there’s no place,

You’ll have to sit inside,

Don’t mind that stench,

Hygiene just died.

And finally,

When you’re settled in,

You’ll hear the conductor say,

Aap ka stop aa gaya hai.

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