Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Bad Bus Ride

I come aboard the city bus

Just before swings shut the bus door.

Folks see me and begin to fuss,

Reaction I have felt before.

It's rush hour so the bus is

All jam packed with folks and so I

Get lots of them minding my biz.

Several start swatting to try

To do on me bodily harm.

This of course gives me great concern.

I become frantic with alarm.

Getting off this bus I do yearn.

Door opens and escape for me.

This bus is no place for this bee.