"Route no.5!"  the porter exclaimed
With a decorous softness
The rested passengers *******
Who never knew their destination
So tedious was the tyranny
Of the lives of the gentleman at the back
How commendable it is!
Never dare to trap peace
The stepfather of that lady passed away
I'm gently humble my lady
But not so fond of your tragedy
Oh brother! Such a great lover
Of music and rocking songs
But that's really not necessary
We're not so accustomed of unpleasant noise
Everyone's so pretentiously violent
With the possible exception of that porter
"Route no.6" the porter exclaimed
With the decorous softness
The rested passengers stormed
"Hey...! Now you have started looting common people ..just rethink of your bus fare"...
I slept in peace...