The Rainy Bus Ride

THE RAINY BUS RIDE

Sitting in the bus

I was thinking about what to do,

It was raining outside

and the passengers were few,

The weather made me wanna write a poem,

but a pen and paper I lacked,

cause my bag was all sacked.

I will memorise it said my wit,

And I began thinking I was quick.

‘Oh gracious! Why does it rain?

In this season I feel lazy and lame.’

Oh! I thought what a disgrace!

My poem had a bad beginning

and a worst base!

Let me try once again

And this time the effort wont go in vain.

‘Oh beautiful rain,

You have come again;

To create happiness
and wash away the hot summer’s pain.’

Wow! I thought as I patted my shoulder

Just to realise I dropped my folder.

Some wet papers now got dirty too,

And the other like a bird; flew!

To hell with the poem

Let me take care of my things first,

Later will I think of my poem’s next verse!