Janis Brown

Janis Brown takes the bus to town

While talking on her phone.

She shouts every conversation down

With her loud monotone.

She does not know private or confidential

She only knows roaring loud

Driving all the passengers mental

Amongst the peak-hour crowd.

She wears a twin set with matching bag

And every day sits on the very same seat.

Her lips are plump, but her joules have sagged

And her hair is ever so neat.

She talks of people who are young and rude

“No one has manners anymore!”

Comments on “smelly foreign food”

And considers others as dumb and poor.

The loud Janis Brown looks down her nose

At young passengers on the bus,

But for all the contempt she shows

She’s the only one making a fuss.

Craig (18/02/2019)

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