Poetry Centre

On the bus

  • On the bus I shall go
    Where I stop only I will know
    I like to watch the wheels turn
    And smell the rubber burn
    I get in a happy state
    When the bus is very late
    As the class will be done
    So I can go and have some fun
    If the lecturers make a fuss
    I can just blame it on the bus

    by David Werrett