To get around Bangkok, there are options a’plenty,
Motorbikes, taxis, tuk-tuks and trains,
Vans, boats transport la gente,
(But some more than others can be real pains.)
But for danger, excitement and plenty of fun,
None can beat Bus 71!
In taxis, meter and pressure upward do tick
When in snarled traffic you helplessly sit,
Of taking advantage, drivers are quick
Driving ’round and ’round ’til you throw a fit.
For travel most cheaply and easily done,
Oh there is none like Bus 71!
Tuk-tuk routes: short,
And with their prices, one must be chary.
Use good sense — or as last resort.
Price variation on buses is done,
But none go too high on Bus 71!
Oh song-taews are speedy, and also quite cheap
With them, there’s no problem
—Except crowding. And frequent stops. And pollution. (Oh wait, there’s a heap).
Prices are fixed, so there’s no ruse; but open-air rides cause way too much phlegm.
Oh, the air is foul and black clouds cover the sun,
But soot is bearable in Bus 71!
BTS, MRT — how I love thee!
Clean, quiet, cool and gentle,
But during rush hours one can see
Faces mashed into ‘pits. It makes me quite mental.
Buses also can cram in a ton,
But none does it better than 71!
Vans are cramped, boats too specific.
Until legs can stretch free,
‘Til clean water’s prolific,
No I’ll never agree
That my heart can be won
By anything other than Bus 71!
True, 71 drivers speed with demonic glee
Stopping and starting most alarmingly
(But it’s the probable cause of their high frequency.)
Give that last kiss to baby or wife,
For people left standing hold on for dear life.
Away it barrels down the street,
Leading many to stumble on others’ feet.
After twisting and turning on overhead strap,
A ride without bruise deserves many a clap.
You’re like a pinata battered in the sun,
Oh, but really that’s all part of the fun
Of riding that great, that wonderful, that incomparable — Bus 71!