To A Fellow Passenger - Poem by Edward Rhodes
Listen, my fellow passenger
You unknown person on the bus
Why are we making such a fuss
You ask? Well, listen and I’ll tell
Because we hear you ring the bell
At every stop
Are you so dense?
Have you no mind?
Or are you simply so unkind
That you would think it fun to play
This prank on every single day
As I go home?
It makes us late, it drives us wild
Are you some fond dim-witted child?
Or else some vain and immature
Adult, so-called, need I say more?
Is it too hard for such a dunce
To think of someone else for once?
So listen, person on the bus
As underneath my breath I cuss
Perhaps these words
Though quite absurd
Might make you finally think of us
Or else, carry this heavy curse
Forever, always, to be thus
Immortalized in verse
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