Magic bus

I went inside a magic bus
And sat down on a lily
The fragrance was so luscious but
The seat was somewhat chilly
My mind was filled with daffodils
And I felt somewhat silly
For there amidst the petals rose
I met a man named Billy

He looked at me and I at him
He offered me a smile
His words smelt like a baby’s breath
We chatted for a while
He urged me to forget him not
And spoke with such great guile
That I could swear on bergamot
That this man had a style

But then the bluebells faded out
And Billy disappeared
My buttercup turned to a corpse
And that’s what I most feared
Yet bees were buzzing in the crowd
And all the birds still cheered
So I stepped out the magic bus
Before it got too weird

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Winter Rose

She had heard tales of wondrous beauty
And to experience for herself
A rose awoke once on a winter’s day
And greeted sun in reddish colours

But little did she know the times had changed

There was no snow there to caress her
No icy frost around to dress her
No cold and biting air to breathe
Just mud and water underneath her
The trees slept bare under the sun
The sparkly beauty was all gone

Thus saddened by her expectations
She withered quietly by the end of day
There was no reason left to stay

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