Buses, balance and bruises
I don't get out much at all these days and I really don't like buses
My hubby always says to me 'Jeez Lin I don't what the fuss is'
Buses have some drivers, who think they're Stirling Moss
And when they're in the driving seat they know they are the boss.
You get some really nice ones who wait until you sit down
And then you get the drivers who drive just like a clown
They'd do better in a circus makng us laugh until we cry
But sometimes when they drive so fast I feel I'm going to die.
They spot a narrow gap and they want to just get through
They know they are taking liberties with the lives of me and you
But what the hell, do they care as they put the pedal to the metal
And my heart it flutters way too fast like pretty floating petal.
We are in pain anyway but I do not need some more
I cannot wait to leave this thing, that's for ruddy sure
I used to ride for hours just taking in the sights
But I really want to stay alive, I'm quite within my rights.
And then it comes, it's my stop, My body has gone stiff
He hits the brakes and sends me forth and now I have a quiff
My balance is so poor and my grip is oh so mellow
That bar it hits my body hard, it's metal and it's yellow.
So now I feel the searing pain, the shoulder from the bar
It's swollen up twice the size, can't even wear my bra
It's gone a funny colour, the brightest you have seen
It's blue and pink and many more and oooh there's also green.
So if you are a driver of the buses we have to use
Hit the brakes or take it slow, you're in charge, you choose
But if you choose the former, are you really being nice
Maybe to yourself you are, but it's us that pays the price.
So I send you this letter and hope that you really do take note
Be a nicer driver and please don't act the goat
And if you want to doubt, beware this tale is real
It's happened to me many times and it really makes me squeal.
So a little tip for all FMers, if you really have no choice
When you get on your bus prepare to use your voice
Tell the driver to let you sit and request he take it slow
Because sending us hurtling down the bus is pretty ruddy low