Sus on the Bus
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to fuss
But I'm not sure the driver
Is quite one of us
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to whinge
But that passenger has
Quite a purple-y tinge
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to cry
But the ticket inspector
Has one giant eye
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to grumble
But why are the engines
Beginning to rumble?
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to fight
But the doors are now wings
And we've just taken flight
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to frown
But we seem to be flying
Right over the town
Something's sus on this bus
And I'll try not to swoon
But we're really high up
And we just passed the moon
Something's sus on this bus
And I hate to complain
But now we have landed
On Martian terrain
Something's sus on this bus
Or maybe it’s cool...
'Cos now I am going
To Alien School!
And I don't want to fuss
But I'm not sure the driver
Is quite one of us
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to whinge
But that passenger has
Quite a purple-y tinge
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to cry
But the ticket inspector
Has one giant eye
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to grumble
But why are the engines
Beginning to rumble?
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to fight
But the doors are now wings
And we've just taken flight
Something's sus on this bus
And I don't want to frown
But we seem to be flying
Right over the town
Something's sus on this bus
And I'll try not to swoon
But we're really high up
And we just passed the moon
Something's sus on this bus
And I hate to complain
But now we have landed
On Martian terrain
Something's sus on this bus
Or maybe it’s cool...
'Cos now I am going
To Alien School!
This poem is copyright (©) Rebecca Loveday 2025

About the Writer
Rebecca Loveday
Rebecca is an emerging children’s poet from Portsmouth, England. She loves writing in rhyme and storytelling through poetry. Rebecca also works in a nursery where she supports children with additional needs. She lives by the sea in a house filled with interestingly-shaped pebbles and too many notebooks.