My head pulses
with the shouts, songs, screams
how I wish I had chosen something different
that is now but a broken dream.
It is a sweltering day
in the middle of May.
It feels to me
as if the bus
is sweating.
The same sqeauqy doors
open and close
and chidren jump up
from their neat rows
of seats.
Never a 'thank-you'
a 'hello' or 'goodbye'
oh, I would kill
for a turkey on rye.
Being a bus driver
is harder than it looks.
Author notes
Option number five in contest!!
A contest entry
- A School Bus Driver by Tabitha-Robin.
450 points, ended March 29, 2007, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I could think of some worse jobs but about now any kind of employment would suit me as I am desparately unemployed. Good luck in the contest.
Regards,
Leo Long
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lol, molls! we were like totally just talking about this!
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Hhahaa... funny and ironic poem! Ah, we should all be nicer to bus drivers cuz to them, we totally suck.. I have admiration for them, cuz that job would suck!
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i know its like the worst job in the universe!!!
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This is a wonderful poem. I enjoyed it a lot. I just need your option # in the author's notes. Please do so if you don't mind. Thank you for your poem and good luck in the contest. I feel this way often. Great job.
Tabitha Robin
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its number five...do you evr get bored being a bus driver??? good luck with the contest!!
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Some times I do. But it is worth it in the long run. THat is why I write to. I am a book author and am getting my first book published.
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wow n.i.c.e!!! you must be really good
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