But recently vanishing without any fuss
Seems to have been the art of queuing for the bus.
And politely get on the bus one at a time.
Nowadays it seems it’s quite impossible
To get on a bus without being pushed or jostled.
This madness starts before the bus has arrived
So when the bus arrives but before it thinks of stopping
To quickly form a mob around its door
Children old and young begin to cry
As desperate bus boarders push them to the side.
Old folk tut loudly but are ignored
As the eager stampede through the bus doors
Even though passengers are still trying to get off
For this mob that’s no reason to stop.
There’s a prize for who gets on first, alive or dead.
That would act more politely when a bus comes
And I wouldn’t be surprised if one night
The bus queue erupted into a fight.
And those who are found standing last
Will be awarded a special bus pass
That allows for everyday of next month
They still fight to be first on the bus.