64 Bus

Every school day morning
Whether in the rain or dust
One's innards did a shuffle
At the sight of the 64 bus.

The prospect of the journey
With its attendant lust
Against a convent cultured thigh
Held tight on the 64 bus.

Adolescent chatter
Discretion was a must
For calculated coquetry
On the morning service bus.

Those delicious handheld moments
That forever stay with us
When first we went a wooing
On the morning service bus.

These days all is different
Just a wild and noisy fuss
Where all finesse is lacking
On the special schoolie bus.

JL Oct 5 13:07