poem called buses

Globster

poem called buses
But does it get it from a to b.Buses come in different colours and sharps.Where would we be without our friend on the bus.Sometimes we are left a bit red headed when the buses are not time.The different places around cities we get to while being sat on our buses.

Holly_Scope

Great poem, @Globster. I imagine it is very hot on the bus at the minute in this heat!