Saturday, March 07, 2009

CXXXIII - Terrorism on the Eight Oh Five.

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Terrorism on the Eight Oh Five.

They stood or they sat
In their own personal worlds,
As, unaware of their peril,
Through the suburbs they hurled.

In the clarity of hindsight,
Or so reporters were tappin’,
It was surely an incident
Just waiting to happen.

The first sign to appear
Of an assault underway
Were suspicious glances
And little coughs of dismay.

It’s hard to be finding
An act more foul
Than the malodorous venting
Of a festering bowel.

But the train sped on
Not knowing the despair
Of a carriage full of people,
Desperate for air.

Come the train station,
And in a strange parallel,
People in a stink
Burst forth from their shell.

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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10 comments:

  1. Wow, and here I thought it would be chilling. Nope. Just revolting!

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  2. Was it a let'r'rip
    or did it sneak in by stealth?
    A worker with lip,
    or a fellow of great wealth?
    There's no telling,
    and all pay who have noses.
    It just makes you wish
    you were bringing your wife roses.

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  3. I thought for sure this was going to end badly for someone. Riding in that train is what it is like for me when the man and three boys all get in the car!

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  4. Sounds like what we used to call an SBD: Silent but deadly.

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  5. Ahha! You and boneman...ya'll have the same gene for odorous prose methinks.

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  6. I would never at thought at the start, that you were to be writing about a PHART....tee hee

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  7. Um, nice...

    I was getting ready to mop up some tears and, well, let's just say there were no tears!

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  8. Oh, that is just hilarious! Don't you just hate it when that happens? We always blame the dog - even when he's not around.

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