The joy of literature......

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Lonely accept for all the other clouds, T'was a cloudy day.
In-fact i wasn't really wandering either,
more sitting waiting on a bus than anything, but i did wonder when the bus would arrive.
That must surely count for something?

Many a day i did think of stuff, much stuff i did think about.
T'was no surprise that the bus was a few minutes late, for it is often (late).
But ne'er did i let it phase me, though it'was cold,
the sun did attempt to warm my foots and legs, but the clouds did block it,
Like a wall, a wall of clouds.

But upon the horizon the bus did emerge, and i did get on.
As a famous ditty doth proclaim, the wheels did indeed "go, round and round"
though i suspect not all day long, it has to stop sometimes, to allow passengers to board.
passengers not unlike myself, on a journey.
And here i am, at my distination, talking rubbish.

THE END....