Omnibus Taming

By Baz Cann

This is the story of David Mc. D, Who was in a hurry to get home for tea, Despite all the teachings of "The Green Cross Code" Regretfully ran out straight into the road.

From the on-coming bus he had no escape, Even tho' the bus driver did rapidly brake, A quick glancing blow, sent him over the road, There to be found like a little black toad.

And then up he got, and ran straight back to home, The coach driver following; he wasn't alone, An ambulance summoned, by some means or other, Whoever you are, well, our thanks to you, brother.

To the nearest hospital to deal with such things We shot off in haste like we all had got wings, With him apologising for the blood on his shirt, We were far more concerned about "where did it hurt?"
Despite his injuries he was in a jovial mood, Even though he hadn't eaten a scrap of food, With stitches in his top lip, he was then heard to say, "Another Michael Jackson we do not need today."

And then a crooked smile appeared on his face, "Any chance of having a good wheelchair race?" With so many X-rays to be undergone, It's a wonder he wasn't glowing like the Sun !
Then on to be plastered; before Christmas too, And then came the worry of what we should do. "Solid food is out, he's too tender by far, Guess it's nowt more than drinks", as we got in the car.
And as we went homeward all tuckered and rent, With t'lad whose face was now incredibly bent More trips to the hospital there'll be for sure, Prevention is better by far than the cure.
This poem's intention is not to lose face, But a wee safety measure to put into place, About how it's so easy to suffer such pain, That's one thing that young David just won't do again !
At one stage he asked this not be put in print, But later has realised teaching from his stint- The one way to stop a bus is with your arm, That method's guaranteed to keep you from harm !!