Oh big red bus,
With that deep distant roar,
You've been wandering the streets,
With your open back door,
And quick witted clippie and light-jumping Walter Mitty.
The one-man tanks have taken over:
Bone-crusher, gut-buster,
Road blockade and groaner ... and those elongated taxis lack double-decker flare,
They whip around fast,
And I watch them go past,
Still clinging to my fare:
"I've been waiting here for over an hour,
And six have gone the other way ..."
"They were jammy doughnuts mate,
No buses today."
