Thurman, the gluttonous busdriver.
There once was a bus driver of students,
Who, after some time, found it was prudent,
Instead of purchasing himself a meal—
From passengers’ lunchboxes he’d rather steal.
Because bus drivers you see, must be so cheap,
It’s in carefully packed lunch boxes that he creeps
Of course, without this habit, he was sure-
Constant pizza and Chinese he’d endure
And what would you do if such an ill path,
Threatened your lunch hour with its dull wrath?
Each time a child let their attention lag,
Off the road he’d steer and their food he’d snag.
And donned in painful eighties fashions
With mullet and orange sweats a clashin’
He’d reach back and find himself a snack
Of perhaps chips or cheese from a child’s pack.
