Bus

Where on earth is the bus?
When trains are late, there’s a fuss.
Where is it? It’s not here,
When it does come, I might just cheer.

Oh no, I’ll be late,
Public transport is in such a state.
Oh no, how did it get this way?
Public transport has ruined my day.

Out in the breeze,
It’s likely I’ll freeze.
Out in the rain,
It’s becoming a pain.

There it is,
God bless the transport whizz,
There, the bus I use,
God, I nearly blew my fuse.

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