The Bus

Loudly it rolled down the bumpy hill
Until it reached the stop where it went still

Then slowly it opened the loud screeching door
While many students stepped onto the floor

Then quickly it turned 'round the curvy bend
And went over the bumps and the hills to the end

Then finally it came to a slamming halt
And we arrived at our school late- the traffic's fault!
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Written by Anna Bryner