The Bus Poem by Bernard Chalk

The bus receives unjustified criticism,
For these fume spuming things are more than giant red prisons.
In fact they offer a moment to savour in your day,
A chance to be free, reflect and delay.

Before the bustle of work begins,
And your pile of paperwork very slowly thins,
Take in a moment to do what helps best,
And let the pressure lift ever so slightly from your chest.

Whether it be pressing play or turning the page,
These marvellous creations will help quell your forthcoming rage,
So relax, enjoy, and complain not,
The bus is a haven for the working lot.