Sonnet: The Bus, I Prefer To Take! Poem by Dr John Celes

I like to take the bus tho’ old and spare
To reach for practice, my clinic by eve;
It moves like neither snail nor speeds like hare!
Yet, carefully, it goes tho’ people heave.

The driver in his sixties looks quite wise;
The passengers don’t crowd; each gets a seat;
The bus looks welded much and not so nice,
With jerky windows, silence, floor not neat!

Not many board the bus at every stop;
The journey takes a longer time indeed;
No robbers come to steal and there’s no cop;
The bus is safe but cannot others lead!

Altho’ this bus is not the one most sought,
The risk of accidents is almost naught!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-1-2005