This one made me remember.
"Bloody Men" by Wendy Cope from Serious Concerns
Bloody men are like bloody buses
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
i was going to put the poem up on my blog too! haha.
Posted by: dimsumdolly at January 23, 2006 4:11 AMHeh, I think it speaks to many of us. =)
Posted by: monoceros at January 23, 2006 5:30 AM=C)
Posted by: tiggie at January 23, 2006 11:57 AM