The 206 bus
At the 206 bus stop I patiently wait For the red bus that's always late. I have now waited over an hour And my mood is surely turning sour. I crane my neck for the glimpse of that bus Which, when moves makes ruckus. I am excited by the noise of yonder thunder Alas it turns out to be a school bus, oh what a blunder. I'm tired, hungry and even ready for bed Yet compelled to wait for the bus in red. If only I had money for a three wheeler Alas I can't afford it on my income meager. My patience is put to a severe T-E-S-T As I stoically wait for the B-E-S-T. A serpentine queue has now formed But come the bus its door will be stormed. My hopes rise upon the sight of something red Alas it's a bus of another route instead. The hunger has traveled from stomach to mind Can someone please a solution to this delay find? At the 206 bus stop I patiently wait For the red bus that's always late!