All through the town, the wheels go round and round. It’s him and us, on the old omnibus. He won’t wear masks, no matter who asks. For a bit of fun, he mimes he’s got one. He makes a charade on our wheeled parade. He wrings his hands and claws. It gives us pause. We try some science. He doesn’t buy it. He stands by rubbish, not shy to publish its boons. We yield: there’s no swaying raccoons!
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The Stranger on the Omnibus
Date: 2020-07-30 07:48 pm (UTC)It’s him and us, on the old omnibus.
He won’t wear masks, no matter who asks.
For a bit of fun, he mimes he’s got one.
He makes a charade on our wheeled parade.
He wrings his hands and claws. It gives us pause.
We try some science. He doesn’t buy it.
He stands by rubbish, not shy to publish
its boons. We yield: there’s no swaying raccoons!