Bart

There are times you smell like a fart
Other times you are as fast as a dart

Shaky and rattley you are
But still I enjoy thee more than my car

When I seek to go across the bay
You never leave me astray

To San Mateo and Marin
I dream of what could have been

And when speeding through the transbay tube you
scream
Reminding me that I am just another transit teen