The passengers applauded as the aeroplane touched down,
But no-one claps the driver of the bus to Blanchardstown.
He pulls up to the bus-stop, but there’s no-one there reacts,
He doesn’t get the kudos that the airline man attracts.
So next time that the fifty five pulls into Heuston Station,
Let’s give the poor old driver a magnificent ovation.
But no-one claps the driver of the bus to Blanchardstown.
He pulls up to the bus-stop, but there’s no-one there reacts,
He doesn’t get the kudos that the airline man attracts.
So next time that the fifty five pulls into Heuston Station,
Let’s give the poor old driver a magnificent ovation.
1 comment:
Hi Peter
Greetings from Asheville, North Carolina.
I posted your poem on my blog, with your by-line and a link to your blog. Hope that's ok.
I'm at:
http://www.gettingthereandbackagain.blogspot.com/
I'm new to blogging, but am having fun writing about riding the bus.
Sherry
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