The wheels on the school bus
just stopped going round
as they locked in position
and slid over ground
that was frozen and icy with
winters first frost, so
stability and
equilibrium lost.
Like a walrus on ice skates
it waltzed down the lane
with the children all
thinking that it was a game
but the driver grew paler
the faster they spun
and his stomach turned over,
no this was not fun.
As he battled the wheel with
increasing despair,
his knuckles grew white
as the strands in his hair
And the sunglasses perched
on the top of his head
went flying, as onwards
the twirling bus sped.
Then up in the distance
a figure appeared
it loomed larger than life
and the children all cheered.
For the butcher it was
in the midst of the road.
Like a mountain of muscle
he braced for the load.
The driver yelled out to
the children to brace
for the impact, as time
seemed to slow down the race
and the bus, ceased its spinning,
slid straight as a die
t'wards the giant in blue jeans.
A heck of a guy.
As the world stopped revolving
and settled once more
to a halt, through their fingers
the kiddies all saw
through the windscreen a sight
they would never forget,
the butcher had not even
started to sweat.
He stood right before them
and grinned ear to ear
whilst the bus hissed and spluttered
its damage was clear.
A river of water
gushed under the hood
and a wheel trundled off
all alone, that's not good.
So the butcher had saved them
from certain demise.
What a hero he was,
and without a disguise!
And the townsfolk were happy
their children were saved
so they gave him a plaque
and they had it engraved.
But the next time the children
were going to school
They hoped, and they wished that
their ride would be cool
as the one where the bus lost
its grip in the ice
and slid out of control.
Heck yeah, that would be nice!
This was written for a group weekend challenge using the following prompts -
1. place: on a school bus
character: a butcher
object: pair of sunglasses
weather: cold
I liked the flow and the rhyme to this piece, it worked well and matched the tone you had. It had a lot of suspense in the poem, as to what was going to happen next and if the pupils were going to be okay. I like the added character of the butcher, he again fitted with the theme of the poem and the whole idea was really creative. I could picture this as a scene out of like "The Simpsons" or something like that, and I can just imagine the kids raving about their big wild adventure on the way to school lol.