Have You Seen My Bus Pass?
Have you seen my bus pass?
I put it down just here –
Or maybe on the table?
I can’t quite remember where.
Have you seen my bus pass?
It looks a bit like this.
Who knew something small
could cause problems quite this big!
Have you seen my bus pass?
I’m beginning to despair.
Without it I can’t catch the bus
That takes me everywhere.
Have you seen my bus pass?
What’s that I hear you say?
It’s in my pocket? Oh! So it is.
Must dash! The bus is on its way.
I put it down just here –
Or maybe on the table?
I can’t quite remember where.
Have you seen my bus pass?
It looks a bit like this.
Who knew something small
could cause problems quite this big!
Have you seen my bus pass?
I’m beginning to despair.
Without it I can’t catch the bus
That takes me everywhere.
Have you seen my bus pass?
What’s that I hear you say?
It’s in my pocket? Oh! So it is.
Must dash! The bus is on its way.
This poem is copyright (©) Kathryn Dove 2024
About the Writer
Kathryn Dove
Kathryn writes fiction and poetry for children. She enjoys the alchemy of poetry and seeing how a dash of imagination can transform ordinary life into something surprising and wonderful. She has lived in London and spent a summer working in a small village on the west coast of Scotland. Kathryn now lives with her family in Auckland, New Zealand.
