There are three buses of the same kind sitting
Within a block. Why do they pile so?
Is there some enemy they are outwitting,
Or somewhere that all three don't want to go?
Do they imagine if one should arrive
And leave its fellows standing by the curb
It would be blamed for daring thus to drive
Alone? Or would movement disturb
Their common reverie and, with a shock,
Bring all of them to stall their engines out?
Or is it that they all have some wheel lock
Which forces them to thus linger about?
Whatever reason, it seems odd to see
Not one bus there, or two stopped, but all three.
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