"And your hair has become very white;
And yet incessantly on buses you ride;
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," aged bus bloke replied to his son,
"I feared it might addle the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I'll do it again and again."
"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his bleached locks,
"Some exercise is what I'd do
Now, using this ointment (a fiver a box),
I climb up to savour the view."
For anything tougher than suet;
You gobble a breakfast all swimming in grease
At bus stations; how do you do it?"
"In my youth," said his father, "packed lunches were naff,
So I took to dining in a bus station caff,
And grew to enjoy a good fry-up."
Sure your mind's not as agile as ever;
Yet you write ev'ry day in your tedious blog
Do you think you're really that clever?"
26th October : York for the day? Maybe not?
"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said fat bus bloke; "your words make me numb!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Stop, or you'll get kicked up the