Monday, 4 December 2017

Potter’s bus

It was Potter’s bus, with coal miner’s dust,
 that took us to the fair.
Shiny, threadbare, hardly-seats,
 we thump-bumped mal de mer.

White-knuckled hands,
 the promise of stares in focus.
We’re there! We're there! The wide-eyed looks.
 Now for some raucous, hocus-pocus!



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