World cup fever, all over the place. Cars garnished, Painted face. Why do we bother? Why do we fret? The ball will be kicked, Into each others net. We’ll all despair,
An endless night, Boredom sets in. No book to read, there is a need. The lego sits there, Boxed and taped. Child’s eyes expectant, Hoping and patient. A rush of blood,
Stifling heat, Lack of air, Passengers pushing, Mighty scare. Bus rolls on, Nasty stares, Elbows nudge, Tempers flare. I must get off, This is hell, Bus is slowing, I ring the bell.