The One You Stop Is You

We met me in a shelter

Waiting for a bus

We said we didn't like me

I was afraid of us

We stood in my way

To stop me getting on the bus

But the driver would only drive

If I was in the bus

So we all got on

As I was one of us

By Michael Rosen

I like this poem because...

It rhymes

It is funny

It does not make sense

It has a theme