Taking the Wrong Bus To Philly Revisted
There once was a boy name Billy
who had a good friend in Philly
He took the wrong bus
and created a fuss
and now he's sittin there chilly
There once was a boy named Billy
The cold made his skin look hilly
he went through the door
and fell on the floor
making him look rather silly
There once was a boy named Billy
who sat on the floor looking silly
He got to his feet
and started to tweet
how he missed his bus going to Philly
*** Note This is a true story. I came up with it while walking my dog by the greyhound
buss station. This guy Named Billy was setting out side yelling in to a cellphone on how
he missed his bus to Philly then he went in to the buss station and fell as he went
through the door. es 1/28/2011
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