The Old School Bus

by
ROSEMARY GERARD FORM 2R

Oh what a scurry every morn,
A wash and breakfast on the trot.
Wishing oft that I’d ne’er been born,
The thought “I’ll miss it” makes me hot.

As remnants of my food I munch,
I bid my quacking heart be steady.
Where’s my hanky and where’s my lunch,
Homework packed, my satchel ready.

Then from the distance comes the call,
“Come on, here comes the old school bus”
With ruffled feelings quit the hall
To view what causes all the fuss.

‘Old Biscuit Tin’ to us she’s known,
‘Gift Horse’ on which we daily ride.
With lots of creaks and often groans
Jock starts her in her daily stride.

When lessons for the day are o’er,
And homeward then our way we wend,
Our driver then in anger swore,
As we sing and drive him round the bend.

At our fun he begins to baulk,
Then with a cuff and with a cuss,
He puts us off, back home to walk.
Oh damn that blinking old school bus.

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Rosemary adds that she remembers that the school buses were run by CENTRAL COACHES from CENTRAL GARAGE in Uppingham and N&S Coaches.
Jock, Walter and John were the drivers. John's surname was Glenn and he bought the Central Garage and coaches during the period that Rosemary travelled to school on them.

The 'Biscuit Tin' was very old and creaky. It was also freezing cold in the winter, having no heating. Rosemary still well remembers the chilblains of those winters.

Rosemary's School Bus Pass