Prebus poem

So - I would've liked to have pretended the following (slightly creepy) poem was my response to my bus prompt this week, but luckily remembered that I wrote it long before this week, and more importantly - already told ye about it sort of - it was in my list of favourite poems of the year so far...

Anyway - it might serve to get us in the mood of sorts. Bus will officially open doors to allow early passengers on tomorrow, or later today, depending on when people show up - but beware of the step - it's slippy, TFE has already fallen out the door on his first attempt at entering.

And already - while I was writing this Rachel has climbed aboard with a memory of metropolitan wanderings!

Getting on board with her timeless mobile phone, and a wonderfully True poem - it's Revolutionary Jeanne

Next to join us with a tasty poem on the Indian Takeaway across the road - a big welcome to Evalinn!!!

See ye later

Here's the bus posing with what's left of the exercise ball, and the "Claw of Doom" on the right of the photo.