The Bus Stops,
Off he Hops,
To The Shops,
To buy his tea.
Quick he races,
several paces,
ignore faces,
down the aisles
Shopping done,
Now he'll run,
To stop one,
await the bus.
Never fear,
Bus is here,
(A silent Cheer),
And now off home.
Not so fast,
Time has past,
home at last,
to have his food.
Thursday 25 March 2010
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