No. 51 Bus

A lovely absurd little comment of a poem, an everyday occurrence made into a little view askew although symmetrical no doubt. The pink fluffy day colouring your thoughts making them powdery and loopy! Taking you back to the days of the horse those poor working animals of the past thank goodness they're retired at last. The wheels of the bus they go round and round, we sang that one at the Norwegian kindergarten too and added our own verses about all sorts of absurd things that would never be found in a bus ever. great fun, even for the driver!!!! Our bus was Nr.56 going to Solemskogen. Out to the woods where the end of the road found the kindergarten. Pling ! From Ann of Norway

you like it when your imagination is strange, I do! and I like it when people are too. liked your poem A -diatom shells