Yesterday. An ode.

It had been raining all day yesterday

Surprisingly, the bus wasn’t late!

Because typically in the midst of such storms

One can expect a cold, soaking wait.

 

But the bus! Rejoice! Was on time!

And for this, no one was upset,

Though the weather had been nasty all day

And the ground, as a result, was quite wet.

 

Perhaps it was because we were on time

And not late, as one might expect

That that fat man at the next stop

Wasn’t there with the others just yet.

 

So as the others all got on board

He came running up over the hill!

Breathing hard and bulbously bouncing

The hard sprint taking all of his will.

 

Wait! He would’ve like to have yelled

If only he could’ve caught his breath

But instead he just torturously ran

Looking exactly like death!

 

But the bus driver, he didn’t see him

And as the bus slowly pulled away

The fat man managed to get along side it

But that’s when his large feet gave way.

 

And so, because it’d been raining

He slipped hard upon the wet grass

And fell roughly down in the mud

Bouncing harshly upon his wide ass.

 

But the bus, it kept on going,

No one aboard called for it to stop

Though, perhaps, no one but me

Was witness to the fat mans poor flop.

 

So why, you ask, was I silent?

Why didn’t I say “wait! That guy’s toast!”

Because then this blog that nobody reads

Wouldn’t have had this kick ass blog post.