The Black Bus Poem by David Lewis Paget

The Black Bus



The bus rolled up, and parked on the green
It was painted black outside,
With just one sign, up over the door,
‘Come in for a hell of a ride.'
So the neighbours gathered around the bus
And the wife went up to the door,
She said, ‘Come on, stop making a fuss,
What are you waiting for? '

My Dawn has always been quick to jump
She'll do most things for a fling,
She gets herself in trouble enough
By trying most everything,
She once got stuck on the Ferris Wheel
When she got right up to the top,
Then the lights went out, and they all went home
And the seat began to rock.

You'd think that that would have cured her when
She spent the night in the air,
Freezing her butt in the darkness and
Tied to a swinging chair,
When the wind blew up and the rain came down
And the lights in the fair went out,
She swears that she almost lost her voice
For the times that she tried to shout.

Now here she was at the door of a bus
That was black, and dim inside,
You couldn't see through the tinted glass
I know, for we all had tried,
The neighbours stood there, egging her on
Though they stood well back in fear,
While Dawn rapped hard on the bus's door,
Nobody else went near.

The door slid back with an evil swish
And revealed a dim red glow,
She said ‘Come on, ' and I said ‘You wish, '
She called me a so-and-so,
But climbed the step and the door slid shut
Locking us all outside,
The diesel roared as it started up,
Drove into the countryside.

That said it might have been Martians or
Some pinhead freaks from the Moon,
We didn't know what they came here for
But we all would find out soon,
I hate to think what they did to her
In the glow of that evil bus,
Or if there was only the driver, but
He sure wasn't one of us!

They found her out in a country lane
Or at least, what there was left,
I went quite crazy with grief, for I
Had never felt so bereft,
They'd taken her heart, and her kidneys, lungs
And even the balls of her eyes,
So now we knew what that sign had meant,
‘Come in for a hell of a ride.'

If ever you see a big black bus
Roll up and park on the green,
Stay well away from the door, or pay
The price that my Dawn has seen,
It's there to collect the organs from
Unwary ones, and it steals
Whatever it can from mortal man,
It's really a hell on wheels!

12 February 2017

Sunday, February 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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David Lewis Paget

David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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