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!”