I wrote this poem following a particularly uncomfortable bus journey.

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Have you ever wondered why it is
That when you need to catch a bus,
You find they never seem to fit
Most passengers like us?
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You climb aboard to find a seat
Where your knees aren’t rammed in tight,
But it seems that all the seats you try
Your frustrations they ignite.
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You squeeze together side by side
With shoulders hugged so close,
And your buttocks hanging in the aisle
Soon make you feel morose.
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Why don’t they try out the seat sizes
With real people who travel each day?
Then maybe we’ll all be much happier
And our gratitude we’d certainly display.
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Christine Ramsay 19.5.10
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