Another ‘bus home’ scenario that make me smile, make me frown, make me want to write it down!
They could be friends
Walk at same pace
Instead the argue across the aisle
‘I had a hip replacement – nothing wrong with you’
He upright the three wheeled disabled walker updated zimmer man
(not Robert but I wrote this poem for you!)
A trike strike!
‘I got bad legs’ said the woman with the raffia basket trolley affair
(Clang, clang, clang went the trolley
Ding, ding, ding went the bell
Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings
From the moment I saw him I fell….out!
The human hurry up pace
It’s a space race
Why can’t they be together (they ought be together)
Instead they argue
Hip replacement versus bad legs
They could walk at same pace talk about their legs, their hips
stroll, amble, bit of canter banter
instead of ‘you pushed me out the way to get on’!