Halloween Bus Driver
She came in all sassy and wanted to drive a school bus.
We told her our school is unusual and she said that is fine.
We have witches, warlocks, gargoyles, a ghost name of Gus.
She said my kin are weirder than that, they can get out of line.
So, we offered her a temporary position as driver that day.
She arrived at work an hour early, a quarter ‘til two.
The students gave her no guff, and they stopped their wild play.
For she was right about her kin, she knew just what to do.
She was magical, and she did not hesitate to turn them into frogs.
Sometimes when they got off the bus they were barking dogs.
Their parents thought it was hilarious and respected her sass.
She even turned one badly behaving student into a pink ass.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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