The Haunted Bus Poem by Sonny Rainshine
The Haunted Bus
He dreamt he was on a bus, dreaming.
He awoke with a jolt
and looked about at his fellow passengers.
One wore a grin that filled her face.
One grimmaced at him.
One looked puzzled.
One guffawed unceasingly.
One looked clinically depressed.
One looked like those ubiquitous happy faces.
He had boarded a busload of emoticons.
The next day he deleted his screen name
and resigned from the chatroom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:24:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That coul've been a nightmare! We have the same here on this forum. Does this mean you are resigning from here? You should not, because as this poem, I think you are a 10!