Bus Ride

Bus is big.  Bus is wide.
Bus has legs no seats can hide.
Bus is stopping, says the sign.
Riders hopping; keep in line.

Bus goes forward, hippety-hop.
Bus goes toward the very next stop.
Passengers board with plastic to pay.
Bus lurches on its sectioned way.

Passengers bored with nothing to do.
TV Mobile hasn't a clue.
Perhaps they think, or empty head,
Forty wink or paper read.

There's so much to do
When there's nothing to do:
SMS,
Listen to Y.E.S.,

Bang your head,
Might be dead.
Bus is stopping to let me down.
Bus is tops; the talk of the town.

Just can't wait for the end of the day.
Won't be late, with my card to pay.
Bus is a must; the way to go
For all who think that cars are slow.

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