Bus Driver, Poetry.

     Bad weather makes the bus drivers bitter.  More than the depression and gloom are billowing around outside this February.  Slush and ice have begun to chip into our spirits, especially those whom cater to the students transportation needs.  Recently several unfortunate mishaps have occurred embarrassing students and jeopardizing the integrity of select bus drivers.  These events could easily have been avoided with some much needed humanistic tolerance.  But the bus drivers are not to blame.  It is possible that their squeaky noise, producing vehicles, that chatter and rattle into their patience are to blame.  Possibly the cracked and busted route they travel causing not only irritancies, but is also greatly responsible for the buses loose screws and, windows the rattling contraption.  So it is up to us then, the passengers to be humble and to take it in stride.  Anything that can help to make the day more bearable on both parts is welcomed.  In conclusion we should be grateful and say hail to the bus driver, bus driver man!

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