"Sit down. You twat.
Sit down. You twat.
Sit down: You Four-King twat."
Sung to the tune of auld lang syne.
On the bus ride to and from school. Everyday. For five years.
Directed at anyone unfortunate enough not to have baggsed a seat, by the time the bus started moving.
By everyone else fortunate enough to have got a seat. By the time the bus started moving.
These things become ingrained you know!
P.S. If Kristen Stewart fancies some poetry lessons: I'm free.
Iambic pentametre's be damned!