The Poetry Bus - Passengers Now Boarding

Hooray! I'm back for a second tour behind the wheel of the mighty juggernaut that is the Poetry Bus. Many thanks to Dominic for his inspiring prompt last week.

This week, we have two tickets available:

Excursion to the Comedy Store
Now we all know comedy is not easy to do, but I know from past experience that there are some seriously (sic!) funny people out there. Dust off your tickling sticks, put that water-squirting flower in your lapel, strap on your handshake buzzer and let's make with the funny!

Tunnel of (unrequited) Love
We had the slushy Valentine's stuff earlier this year, but it's not always easy to love and not be loved in return. What's it like when that certain special somebody doesn't even know you exist (it's called stalking - Ed). Are they with someone else? Are you jealous? Come and share the bittersweetness with your bus-travelling friends.

You can combine the two challenges into one if you wish.

As usual, when you've created your masterpiece, pop a comment here and next Monday, I'll do the linkiness that we all love so very much. 
It's only Saturday, but already several eager beavers are at the stop, waving their tickets about and blocking the pavement, so I'd better get things rolling...

Here's my little effort - a bit early but, meh!  I've gone for the unrequited love option. 

He was just the friend of a friend.
I was just fifteen
And had read about love in books.

He was just the friend of a friend.
I was just lonely
And mistook kindness for something more.

He was just the friend of a friend.
But I made him a god
And god-like, he was oblivious to his suffering worshipper.

He was just the friend of a friend.
But he loved another.
And all my bitter tears could not drown her.

And now for the real poets....

Peter Goulding has raced to the bus-stop with his tale of librarian love here.

Jeanne Iris is finding her own song here.

Weaver is stretching her brain here.

The Bug is sitting under a tree here.

The Poet-in-Residence is coming all over astronomical here.

Helen is flamin' well here.

Dianne is celebrating odoriferous love here.

Erratic Thoughts is screaming 'it shoulda bin me!' here.

Rachel Fox is telling us what girls learn here.

Don't Feed the Pixies is all pomed out here.

Niamh B is in Tenby here.

Gwei Mui speaks of what might have been here.

Crazy Fieldmouse is waiting for the second moving van here.

Heather is telling a true story here.

Jinksey is all about the interwebs here.

Enchanted Oak is in the dungeon here.

Dominic Rivron is articulating an amenican sentence here.

Dave King speaks of love and loss here.

Lydia is carrying a song here.

TotalFeckinEejit is being killed here.

Titus is not going down here.

Chiccoreal's dude is a dud here.

Doctor FTSE is being wittily erudite here.

Domestic Oubliette has had a productive meeting with the muse here.

Shilpa is trying to attract a CIA man here.

Kat is brewing up trouble here.

Karen is gazing at the moon here.

NotMaudeGonne is having a bit of a clear-out here.