I don’t want a lorry, <br />I don’t want a car, <br />I don’t want a taxi <br />‘Cause it isn’t very far. <br />I don’t want a bicycle, <br />I don’t want a fuss, <br />I just want an ordinary <br />Double-decker bus. <br /> <br />I would like some sympathy, <br />I would like a lift; <br />I would like a warmer place <br />To stand and stamp and shift! <br />I’d like to be a person, <br />But I feel anonymous <br />As I wait for that ordinary <br />Double-decker bus. <br /> <br />We’re not in a blizzard, and <br />We’re not in a storm; <br />We’re just in December and <br />It isn’t very warm! <br />The roads have been gritted, and <br />The fog has gone from us - <br />So what can be holding up <br />My Double-decker bus? <br /> <br />There may be an accident. <br />There may be a queue. <br />There may be a sea of cones <br />For him to battle through... <br /> <br />...A smile of explanation <br />Would be less injurious <br />Than your scowl when I fall on board <br />Your Double-decker bus.<br /><br />Pamela Ann Frances Crane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-double-decker-bus/
