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.