Tucker, our eldest grandson, is a great lover of cars, trucks, busses and anything that moves. We have a collection of double-decker busses from various trips to London that he really enjoyed playing with, so I wrote this poem for him (and actually made it into a book but the images I used aren’t mine so I don’t want to publish it on the site).
The Double Decker Bus
by Bart Kessler
Once there was a big red bus
who lived in London town.
She’d pick up people all day long
and drive them all around.
She’d take them down to Harrods
or sometimes Trafalgar Square.
She’d take them to the market
or the theater or the fair.
The passengers became her friends.
They’d point to her with pride.
Each day they’d buy their ticket
so that they could take a ride.
They’d wait beside the stop
as their anticipation grew.
And shout, “Oh look, here comes the bus!
when she came into view.
It wasn’t hard to spot her.
And do you know why?
She was a double-decker
and her roof was way up high.
Some people liked to ride up top
and some sat down below.
But either way she’d take them
to where they needed her to go.
You can travel in a taxi
or by tube deep underground.
But a double-decker bus
is the best way I have found.
So if you ever are in England
and are looking for a treat.
Keep your eyes out for that big red bus
as you go down the street.