The Bus And Train And Home

 I see a message on my Zoom

Which asks me, 'Ma'am, please join the room,'

The word Ma'am tells me caller's Delhi,

Or Bollywood on the telly

I never like to make a fuss

I won't say, 'No. I'm on a bus.'

I need to mute, I have no choice

If not, they'll  hear a robot voice

One of the joys of modern life

Robots remind like alert wife

Of every street a bus will pass

Back home, the phone says mow the grass.

Then when you're sitting on a train

With groups you'll never see again

Their clothes will tell you where they've been

And all the world's great sights they'e seen.

When not on trains some like to run

On sunny days we all have fun

One man has street wheels on the train

Which tskes us out then home again

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