Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Bus Fuss

A long and hard day I have had

At work, and now feel chilled at night,

As my wait for the bus is bad,

Time passing with rising moonlight.

All alone on the bench I wait.

Over an hour I've been here.

I guess it's just the fickle fate,

Telling my bus not to appear.

Of course buses, I have seen some,

Three at last count, and now I see

Down the street that a bus does come,

Unfortunately, not for me.

My night's no better than my day,

Buses all going the wrong way.