After a hard day
The busride back home
The jarring gives you a headache
If you get a place to sit, that is.
She gets on the bus
And glares around
Surveying the place
As she stomps over to the front
The ladies are all seated there
The front of the bus is their domain
She spies a lone man
Sitting proudly among the reserved seats
A scowl crosses her face
Her menacing gaze fixed upon him
"How dare he?" She wonders
"Male Chauvinistic Boor"
He senses the death look upon him
And gets up to let her sit
And then as he stumbles up
She lets a gasp at her own selfishness
As she spies his amputee legs.