SCHOOL BUS by MP

The bus come and screeches to a stop,

I get on so the bus rolls off.

 

The sun is turning from orange to yellow,

The fields are subtle, green and mellow.

 

When the bus gets to school, 

I walk inside and the ACs cool.

 

The clock ticks as the time flies,

All of a sudden, I’m saying goodbye.

 

I get on the bus and look for a seat,

My friend waves me over and the bus driver beeps.

 

I sit down quickly so we can go,

And in a minute we're on the road.

 

The bus goes to my house and screeches to a stop,

I get off so the bus rolls on.