A poem that is a riddle too. See if you can work out what I’m talking about.
What am I?
Tall, red shiny all ready to go
Open top and two way entrance
Feeling the wind through my hair
I belong to London, England’s capital city
Tours and sightseeing some might do
But the best thing is a driver and conductor too!
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