Im On the Bus
I was on the way to Hornsea
The time was half past three
One young lad got on the bus
And sat down next to me
His mobile was a Samsung
Or maybe an LG
In truth I’m not that certain
I don’t do technology
He sat there for a while
Playing with his phone
I just knew before it happened
I’d hear a loud ring tone
And sure enough it wasn’t long
Before there was a call
Mum was on the other end
She was going up the wall
He had the phone on speaker
And this was what was said
“Where are you?” “if you’re not home soon
You’ll likely not get fed”
“I’m on the bus” he said quite surly
“I’m not coming home for tea”
“I’m meeting up with Claire and Steve”
“We’re going to KFC”
“But what about your homework”
“Tomorrow you’ve got school”
“And if you do not get it done”
“That won’t be very cool”
“I’m on the bus” he said once more
Making everybody stare
He had to get his point across
He really didn’t care
He’d said in once. He said it twice
He couldn’t be more clear
But this time round he said it loud
For everyone to hear
“Mum. I’m not sure that you’re listening”
“You really make a fuss”
“This is the third time I have told you”
“I am on the bus!”
Copyright © Chris Wiggins | Year Posted 2018
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