As the bus ride progressed, poems filled the air, some traditional, some free verse, and a few humorous. There was even a short rap:
The bus filled with people from all walks of life: students, workers, elderly couples, and solo travelers, all united by the prospect of sharing their thoughts. When it was Emily's turn, she stood up, fidgeting with her paper and pen. She took a deep breath and began: BangBus - Roses Are Red Violets A...--------
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, The best things in life, Are friends like you." As the bus ride progressed, poems filled the
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, My heart once shy, Now beats for you." She took a deep breath and began: "Roses
The BangBus had a tradition. On Valentine's Day, it would transform into a traveling poetry workshop. The interior would fill with roses and violets (real and artificial, to ensure the flowers didn't cause any allergic reactions), and every passenger would receive a chance to complete a poem that started with:
The next year, on Valentine's Day, Emily was back at the bus stop, this time as a regular. She handed in her new poem and smiled, knowing she was part of something special: