Explore "The Ballad of a Motor 'Bus" by Sheila Kaye-Smith on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
You get in at Ludgate Circus, / Where in regiments they stand, / All throbbing underneath the bridge, / And pointing to the Strand -- / All pageantry with colours, / All poetry with words, / Wait those blazoned motor-'buses / In their fiercely panting herds.
There are 'buses for the East, / There are 'buses for the West, / For North and South and Central / And where heaven pleases best -- / For the Elephant and Castle, / Gospel Oak and Parson's Green, / Some for Chelsea, some for Putney, / Some for Barnes, and some for Sheen.