Bus
Some people fell in love with her,
Sometimes it made them purr.
Some people want to subsist with her,
Just to stroke her fur.
One thing is certain for everyone:
We mustn’t forget what we’ve done.
We’ve built-up a friendship beyond belief,
We’ve all given the others some type of relief.
It’s coming to an end,
We must comfort all our friends.
Looking round it fades to black,
I can just about see the end of the track.
We promised not to cry,
We tried not to make a fuss.
But who are we to stop
Our fantastic loving of ‘Bus!’?
© Joseph Tradescent
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