(with apologies to Robert Frost)

Two buses Sat at a Park and Ride
Which one to take, how to decide?
The later one is first, the early one was late,
And the later one is packed, full to the gate.
And so I paid the early one my fee
And it pulled out towards destiny.

Ahead of the other bus we left,
The driver, perhaps not all that deft,
And onto the freeway we did merge,
The last happy note in this now dirge.

Halfway downtown what did I spy
But the later bus, pull alongside
And then to pass, at a good clip,
Whilst in slower traffic, we did slip
Ever further behind.

And whilst on the bus not crowded I sat
I thought again about how apt
The acronym SORTA doth apply
To this sort of bus service that they do ply

And having arrived some minutes later
Then I would have on the crowded bus,
I sat to pen this poor, lost rhyme
Wishing my bus had been on time.

(fyi... Go Metro)