While sitting on a London bus,
In the early morning rush,
Pulled up to let people off,
His engine just came to a stop.
He found the doors they wouldn’t close,
Happened while he blew his nose,
The middle door at last did shut,
Pressure came into the hose.
The front door was a different matter,
It caused the old folk to laugh and chatter,
The driver asked this dear old man,
To hold the door with his hand.
It wouldn’t work kept forcing open,
He was sorry that he’d ever spoken,
After pushing a button or two,
The door gave in the driver went phew.
There was giggling all the way to the market,
When he got there he’d just had to park it,
When we arrived we all gave a cheer,
Said thanks to the driver then all disappeared.