Read my lips, alas, turn-up your hearing aid!
Attention folks!…beware of a wild life today.
Young and old are generally things in motion;
Transportation could face a great commotion.
Commotion is certainly a thing of joy–we do!
Sunrise begins…a congenial greeting with you;
Practice makes perfect sense…at some odd time.
Afterwards, you could witness a corrosive mind.
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Read my lips, alas, turn-up your hearing aid!
Attention folks!…beware of a wild life today.
Young and old are generally things in motion;
Transportation could face a great commotion.
Commotion is certainly a thing of joy–we do!
Sunrise begins…a congenial greeting with you;
Practice makes perfect sense…at some odd time.
Afterwards, you could witness a corrosive mind.
Vexations come upon the aged and the young.
Don’t sweat the small stuff…we’re having fun.
We’re endowed with love, inspite of fussy stuff;
The bumpy roads are mild, when life gets rough.
Jeanne maintains pleasant…the whole day long;
She smiles to brush away a fitful vexing throng.
Dispatching transport as a lubriant roller game.
Buses are rockin’ and rollin’ with a nagging pain.
Ideas come into flow…within our office space;
Rosie redspruce, set Jeanne to a worthy chase.
Attempting some skill–touching at raw nature;
Pruning the branches with a stretching stature.
A jovial disposition is the life of Orange County;
Open your laughing heart to a delightful bounty.
When struggling with age has lost its vital glory,
A Trainor tells a Harry joke and a chuckle story.
Strange bed partners bunk with a brown recluse;
A red neck hicky, and a spider…won’t turn loose.
You may prefer a poisonous type–that’s just swell;
A boil arises–lemon side, and takes awhile to heal.
Passengers rush to reach appointments on time;
Just rockin’ & rollin’, with Charlotte’s web incline.
Let a shameful honor haunt the guys who died,
Leaving dazzled wives with a zipping zesty ride.
Words!…like a delicate twist in a caustic spin;
Spinning Trisha so closely on the edge of men.
Distinguished notes–sweet jesters in a crump;
Tender!…resembles Trisha’s edge…in a snap.
Scoot’n’ scooter Charlie…dazed on main street;
Cruising downtown…was the wrong place to be.
A roadhog with a wheel…took his scooter down;
Stretching ole Charlie–layed out on the ground.
Rattle brains find amusement in rattling cages.
Linda’s bus is equipped with nonsense gages.
She can rattle a rattler ’til the rattlin’s done;
No nonsense!…Linda, calmly equalizes the fun.
A calm demeanor…resolves through the room,
While big-hearted Glen diverts ominous doom.
Conscious health is a matter of daily concern;
Slender to his wife, while his heart grows stern.
When all is lost, and Bobbie is in search of Lee,
She hangs on…to a balancing act, desparately.
His mind is wandering around for a radio check;
One false idle twitch, and she’ll wring his neck.
An amiable boss administers–from another room;
Transportation has overcome the impossible gloom.
Paula keeps the wheels a rollin’ service–countywide;
Vehicles continue to function inspite of a dumpyside.
Crank the engines, and serve the poor a rolling meal;
Service is natural for these Orange County wheels.
A side-venture for transportation…is an aging deal;
Over the Vidor tracks…appears “Meals on Wheels.”
Whatever we said!–half employed with foolish ways,
Our motely crew…floats about–some dazzling days.
Serving Orange County neighbors…is a funny scare;
Spending a few nice days with gentle folks who care.
This county job says it all, and luckily, halfway done;
Serving the old senior community…is a treasure fund.
Hopefully, an unbalanced youth will make a discovery:
Wise old folks pray earnestly–for a painful recovery.
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