UnPoetia:The Magic Short Bus

Poetry for people who hate poetry

When I was a young’un,

There was something we all loved:

That something, in fact,

Was the magical short bus.

This short bus was magical;

It took us to places faraway

It suppressed our need to drive anywhere!

It took us far away.

Whenever someone cried on it,

It gave them a tissue;

But the short bus was short lived.

It hit a Toyota.