My friend , he drives a bus
Traveling from town to town
He drives the bus where
The wheels go round and round.

He takes people to different places
To wherever they need to go
Most have different destinations
Uptown, Downtown, and too and fro.

He sees all the sites
As he drives his bus along the way
He drives in all sorts of weather
Even on the sunny days..

My friend is a bus driver
But he writes poetry too.
While traveling down the road
It gives his mind something to do.

He writes of his love and passion
but mostly alot of comedy
He's as funny as W.C. Fields
And his silly, "Little Chickadee"

We share out poems on line
expressing out points of view
Sometimes till the wee hours of the morn
Till we finally say our "Adeau's"

My friend he's a busdriver
This job is a big part of his life.
He's a kind and loyal family man
With a stuningly beautiful wife.

He and I visit a land called Fantasy
There, we spend alot of our time.
Putting all sorts of words and stories together
Then setting them to rhyme.

Each morning he steps onto his bus
and durning the day, as he travels along
His mind is always pondering a poem
or setting words to a song.

He then finishes his route
From beginning to end
He's the poetic Bus driver.
Most of all, he's my friend.