The Bus Ride

The shaking and the facing the rare of the bus was disorienting for me too. And when I look around me, every one seem to have the same attitude about sitting in that seat. Ossie Moore was always last in the bus and took the seat for his ride home every day. Today was no different , except.. well the story says….

The Bus Ride

The trip home by bus had Ossie feeling sick

His wife told him go lie down she’ll get some hot chocolate quick

Every time he got home he always felt unwell

Bus rides facing the back of the bus was like a trip in hell

Unsure why this would happen his wife thought

Surely he could have asked for a seat so why did he not

Reasoning to ask Ossie she jumped to her feet

Into the bedroom she stormed, why you didn’t ask someone fah duh seat

Dear, I thought I told you, that was an impossible task

Every seat was empty; I didn’t had nahbody tah ask!

 

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