<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365835" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Riding the Wenzhou Bus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They squeak and rattle, and jerk and pull<br>And throw you across the floor, <br>The double-deckers, the number 5’s, <br>The 3’s and the 64, <br>They come in colours of red and blue, <br>Of green, and in spattered mud, <br>They wait for no-one but bully on through <br>If you get in their way – there’s blood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The seats are plastic and hard as nails, <br>The roof is but four feet high, <br>You scramble along on your knees at the back, <br>Unless you’re a dwarf, or sly -<br>And climb the stairs to the upper deck<br>To slide in the slime, and cuss, <br>You need to be dressed in your army boots<br>When riding the Wenzhou Bus! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brakes are shot, they rumble and howl<br>As they wheeze and groan to a halt, <br>The body sways, and the rust is foul, <br>And they buck like a playful colt; <br>The roar of the engines is petty assault, <br>But your ears get used to the din, <br>The gears grind at the stop, the start <br>And as second and third slide in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But for one and a half, or just two Kwai<br>You can ride ‘til the day is done, <br>You can watch the girls in their stylish clothes<br>All hanging on straps, each one, <br>With bags and baggage and cases full, <br>Watch peasants, or someone’s boss, <br>Togged out in rags or in business suits<br>While riding the Wenzhou Bus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through the murk of the window panes, <br>All scratched, and marked, and fogged, <br>The Chinese go on their friendly way, <br>The rest of the world unplugged, <br>The shops, the temples, the slums, the views<br>Of the parks and squares – like us! <br>We rattle on by for just two Kwai<br>When riding the Wenzhou Bus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">28 February 2006</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365835" data-title="Riding the Wenzhou Bus de David Lewis Paget" data-description="They squeak and rattle, and jerk and pull And throw you across the floor, The double-deckers, the number 5’s, The 3’s and the 64, They come in colours of red and blue, Of green, and in spattered mud, They wait for no-one but bully on thro..."></div> </div> </div>

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