Sonnet 1

This one was an assignment, but I still enjoy it. I didn't take very good care with meter, but I did get the rhymes right, and I had fun. Yes, it is based on reality, another reason I'm so glad I've graduated. And no, there are no other sonnets. Yet.

I call my bus driver Jabba the Hutt;
She makes my daily commute seem like hell.
Just squats in her seat on her great fat butt
(Not that I can really talk, but oh, well.)

Since bus drivers make fourteen bucks an hour,
I think it’s stupid when, to be precise,
She claims that the reason she’s so sour
Is that she’s not paid enough to be nice.

She is too low-paid, says Squatting Matron --
Well, I’m a teenager, so-called wretched age,
Yet at my job I’m polite to patrons
For eighteen cents over minimum wage.

So if I can be a nice human being,
Surely she then chooses to be a fiend.

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