Shaky Bus to Kathmandu

Your panes are loose,
The seats are stuck,
The steering is held in with luck-
and glue.

You drive so fast,
You turn so quick,
I think that woman's feeling sick-
me too.

Let's not forget,
We're at the rear,
Speedbump flights and sleepless nights, I fear-
so true.

Over dirt roads,
For fourteen hours,
As we start to doubt you'll make it through-
you do.

Shaky bus to Kathmandu