The bus ride

Author: Eulain

The Bus Ride

Sliding on my seat,

Moving with the Salsa beat,

Wishing I had less to eat

Thinking it would soon land on my feet.

 

Bags are falling to the ground,

The wheels are making an awful sound,

The whole bus is an unhappy crowd.

I wish the bus  will stop,

It would end the painful hop,

By the way, I’m sitting at the very top

 

Slip and slide,

Hoping I’ll be alive on the other side,

This is definitely the worst bus ride.

 

I am very busy,

At being very dizzy.

I’ve had enough of the rushes,

On these bad buses.

– Eulain –