The bus broke down in Middletown tonight
My face is set in a forever frown We lost the meet but we put up a fight For coach is foolish and a total clown. We boarded tired longing for our beds For Mercy best us one-oh-two sub twelve With water dripping from our drying heads We pondered in the darkness as it fell. Past sixty minutes later we are found A bus was sent to take us on our way But we are not allowed to make a sound So whispers in the group chat we will say. We should be cleared to come tomorrow late But knowing our luck this is not our fate. |