My Double-Decker Bus Poem by Pamela Ann Frances Crane

I don’t want a lorry,
I don’t want a car,
I don’t want a taxi
‘Cause it isn’t very far.
I don’t want a bicycle,
I don’t want a fuss,
I just want an ordinary
Double-decker bus.

I would like some sympathy,
I would like a lift;
I would like a warmer place
To stand and stamp and shift!
I’d like to be a person,
But I feel anonymous
As I wait for that ordinary
Double-decker bus.

We’re not in a blizzard, and
We’re not in a storm;
We’re just in December and
It isn’t very warm!
The roads have been gritted, and
The fog has gone from us -
So what can be holding up
My Double-decker bus?

There may be an accident.
There may be a queue.
There may be a sea of cones
For him to battle through...

...A smile of explanation
Would be less injurious
Than your scowl when I fall on board
Your Double-decker bus.