Poetic Justice

Onest ‘pon a time, as we know from the rhyme
Lived a Bus Driver Named, Mr. Pat
A Jolly Old Man, with a fresh summer tan
And a Hair Line that called for a Hat

Bald, some would say, at the end of the day
But a kind hearted soul to his core
Quick with a joke, whenever he spoke
His demeanor was never a bore

But enough of this gent, and his charms heaven sent
It’s the kids on his bus that we ponder
A mischievous crew, from their heads to their shoes
And a gaze ‘pon their face full of wonder

Now don’t get me wrong, this aint no sad song
At the end, t’will be perfectly clear
That kids are the same, no matter their name
No matter the month or the year

It started out well, this tale that I tell
The children behaved like they ought’a
The morning commute, was a bit of a hoot
And they willingly went ‘cause they got’a

But by afternoon’s trip, they were rowdy a bit
It was so clear for all that could see
That the school day was taxing, and they wanted relaxing
It was Time for a Bus Mutiny!

Standing in aisles, with ear to ear smiles
Paper airplanes, all flying through out
They would not retreat, or stay in their seats
Through the bus they were walking about

So over the mic, came a tone they don’t like
I’M TELLING YOU KIDS TO SIT DOWN!
The children all shuddered, not a sound did they utter
Their smiles now had turned into frowns

DON’T TRY ME OR TEST ME
DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO BEST ME
ON THIS BUS, I’M THE BOSS, DON’T YOU DOUBT IT!
The morale you see, to stop a Bus Mutiny
Is the Lesson that’s learned when you shout it!