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A bit of fun

1.Wind in my hair

 

I sit proudly upon my very finest steed

Feel the power vibrating under my feet

 

Picking up speed now

Enjoying the rhythm and undulations

 

Love the Wind, blowing through my hair

Living dangerously, no hats for me.

 

I’m grinning manically, hear music in my head

Relaxing, just letting myself go

 

It was all going so swimmingly well

Until I flew off the fairground carousel.

 

2.Counting

 

I was on the bus the other day

A young child was sat behind me

Loudly counting the number of people on our bus

Adding, subtracting, as people got on and off.

 

Whilst this was cute and endearing,

It was also slightly annoying, so I moved to the back

Not because I have anything against kids,

But because I needed to check if she was right.

 

She’d got off a long time ago, but had truly ruined my journey

Because ages after, I was still sat there, adding and subtracting.

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◄ Old boyz in the hood

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Andy Smyth

Wed 13th Apr 2016 20:42

Thanks - the feedback is very much appreciated.

No - not a biker and no bus pass either (yet).

Pure imagination, not been on a carousel for donkey's years but felt like a bit of fun.

The counting on the bus poem was actually true though. Just needed to write it down before I forgot it, which is why I carry my trusty notebook with me everywhere - you never know when inspiration strikes.

Anyway, I do appreciate any feedback. Feel free to look at my other blog entries - some fun and some not, but my overall work is called "Dark and Light" and that's for a reason. Anyway, glad you enjoyed. Thanks.

Andy

<Deleted User> (6895)

Wed 13th Apr 2016 15:46

are we saying hi to a fellow biker and poet Andy?

good vibrations dude!

P&S

<Deleted User> (9882)

Wed 13th Apr 2016 12:36

so Andy,you have gone from iron horse riding,to trolley bus trundling,possibly with the aid of a bus pass?

hope 'falling of the carousel' wasn't 'actual or,too painful.

Two very much enoyed poems.

Cheers.

Rose.

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