The Worland Warriors
The Worland Warriors bus
was parked out front this morning.
I could see their coffee cups
sitting on the table and the
afghan throw folded neatly
on the couch, but no sign
of the itinerant inhabitants.
They’ve been about town,
moving constantly so as to
evade the parking police,
seeking out a roomy four car spot
in a nice neighborhood.
They’re gone now after
such a short stay, only enjoying
the view of my garden for this
one lovely day.
The Worland Warriors bus
was parked out front this morning.
I could see their coffee cups
sitting on the table and the
afghan throw folded neatly
on the couch, but no sign
of the itinerant inhabitants.
They’ve been about town,
moving constantly so as to
evade the parking police,
seeking out a roomy four car spot
in a nice neighborhood.
They’re gone now after
such a short stay, only enjoying
the view of my garden for this
one lovely day.
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That morning when I opened my front door, I was kind of shocked and yelled to Dave, "There's a huge bus in front of Jenny's house!" "What kind of bus?" "You've got to see it yourself for the visual impact."
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