The Girl On The Bus Wore A Skimpy Floral Blouse.
The Girl On The Bus Wore A Long Loose Cardigan.
The Girl On The Bus Wore Very Short Black Shorts.
The Girl On The Bus Wore Black Beads And Boots.
The Girl On The Bus Wore Woollen, Thigh Length Stockings.
The Girl On The Bus Had A Clear Compexion.
The Girl On The Bus Had A Honey Blonde Bob.
The Girl On The Bus Was In Love With Her Boyfriend.
The Girl On The Bus Held All The Men’s Eyes.
I Sat And Looked At The Girl On The Bus.
My Mind Tut-Tutted At The Way She Was Dressed,
Her Clothing Unsuited To Cold Wet Weather.
I Pulled Her Apart, Then Stopped With A Start.
I Remembered The Sixties And Seventies Too.
My Own Apparel Stood Out From The Crowd,
The Miniskirts, Microskirts, Platform Shoes,
Red Crocheted Trouser Suit, Pvc Dress,
Ankle Length Crushed Velvet Coat,
Leg O’ Mutton Sleeves And Hotpants Too.
The Girl On The Bus Was Me Forty Years On.
I Looked And I Sighed And I Changed My Opinion,
My Spirit Went Out To The Girl On The Bus