Sidi J. Mahtrow
The Yellow Bus - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
Crusing down the road th’ other day
Saw a school bus a coming along my way
II looked sort of funny, like a big yelllow toad
And as it passed me on the other side of road
I saw the children inside
Who all seemed to want to hide.
Their heads were all shinny with the early morning dew
And all shades of green, some with white stripes too.
Still as statures, none smiled or even looked my way
As if they had other interest this early in the day
They were all packed together, and quiet as could be
For the driver was in a hurry so as not to let them flee.
The windows were all open as I could plainly see
(That is, on the bus sides where twindows used to be)
The window ledges were padded with carpet old and new
So those by the window had an unobstructed view.
While those behind them were packed as close as could be
And seemed to be atop one another as near as I could see.
The seats would’d been full, ‘cept they’d been taken out
To make more room for passengers, far as I could tell, near abouts.
The driver waved as he passed me on his way into town
And speeded up as he put the pedal down
For this load of melons was to be delivered the very next day,
To buyers who would never know they’d been a riding on a school bus on its merry way.
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