A real life poetry bus

I can't believe I forgot to tell you about my real life poetry bus experience last weekend, ok well, maybe I can believe it, just a little bit, (I'm pretty gullible about believing things that have actually happened, especially when they're in the past, but the future is a much less credible thing) but anyway

It was rather apt that Monday's bus prompt was one suitable for a wedding, since I had just been attending a hen weekend last Friday to Sunday, this included but was not limited to...

A sunset swim off Spanish point

A game of Cranium, badly lost by moi

A drenched soaking wet despite the wet gear walking tour around the burren, followed by the tour guide's mammy's apple pie.

Dinner out with 21 lovely girls in a restaurant that was just like someone's house out the country

A mystery tour landing in a huge pub in the tiny village of Doolin, complete with trad session and an overspill of merrymakers from the Lisdoonvarna matchmaking fest

ending with
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best of all

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a

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real

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life

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poetry

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BUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes the super friendly bus driver that we had, refused to move the bus till party pieces got under way and so it was that when the time came I found myself saying my poems, into the loud hailer of the bus, in the middle of the night, hurtling around the back roads, somewhere in County Clare.

And the chocolate biscuit cake afterwards wasn't half bad either.