A Little Cuss With The Bus!

So long ago when Pat didn't have four wheels, he had to make devil deals. That is ride the stinkin bus. That place is enough to make any cuss. I went and looked at this huge feature, there is many a mighty scary human creature.

Come ride the bus,
Don't make a fuss.
Just ride the bus.
Go round and round with us.

You have the fat guy.
He isn't very spry.
Takes up two seats if he does sit.
If standing, you have a face full of umm shit.

The really stinky ones.
Did they have the runs?
Wearing yesterday's clothes.
Need a plug for your nose.

The prim and proper.
They think they are a show stopper.
But then they are on the bus.
Hmmm doesn't impress us.

The poor lad or lass,
Those are in mass.
Been there, done that.
Pat, not the cat.

The fun every day rider.
Stuck on that bus like a spider.
Forward and back.
You can watch as they have a snack.

The rider for joy.
Nope, it isn't a ploy.
They ride the bus for fun.
Insane, each and every one.

The happy drunk.
Smells like a skunk.
Sensing a pattern here?
Many smell like a rear

And the worst of all.
The one you'd like to push into a wall.
But then they'd whine about the wall,
While going on and on about nature's call.

Yep, the hippy dippy tree hugger.
Uses the bus as a grocery lugger,
And everything else under the sun,
While yapping how the bus should be used by everyone.

Don't you love taking the bus? Does the bus make you fuss? Do you have to take the thing? I hope you don't have a bus fling. That would just suck. When the cold hits who wants to save a tree or buck? Yeah, the cat will take a pass. I'll avoid those stinky things with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.