Johnnies Bowled Over In Fits Of Laughter Poem by Mark Heathcote

Johnnie climbs on the fold-down bus seat
Next to the luggage holder
Isn't he sweet isn't he a monkey very chirpy?
He stands and shimmies up the pole
And slides back down like a fireman's pole.

A ginger little Charlie Chaplin
Only this isn't a silent black-and-white movie.
Up and down, up and down he goes
His mother looks on as if she's very proud
He's grinning ear to ear, look Mummy dear…

Mummy rocks the pram in front of her
Johnnie dear; don't wake the baby, dear!
Jonnie peeps in on his sis shouting don't press it!
Don't press it! Don't press that blue button, sis!
Sis, don't it's naughty?

Johnnie then presses it, I didn't do it.
I didn't do it, mummy, aw, isn't she naughty.
Then the bus pulls over, Johnnies bowled over
In fits of laughter, mummy, isn't this driver a nitwit?
Sis, he shouts you shouldn't have done it.