Public Transport Buses and trains, Are such a pain. With cold windy platforms, And pouring down rain. They’re never on time! They cost you a packet! (Richard Branson knew He was on a good racket.) They expect you to use them Instead of your wheels? -The thought of the hassle Just never appeals They’re alright I suppose If you fancy a beer But they’re never around When closing time’s nearBirth sign: Taurus
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