A funny story with rhymes

The road was dry
The sun was high
And on the bus to abuja
Halima sat a row behind

The hawkers came the hawkers left
But not before they sold their wares
Of roasted corn and chippy fries
And nuts and Burns and scrabbled eggs

Then after eight or seven miles
The lady in the purple hat began to smile
Slowly to shift from left to right
And slowly made to raise a thigh

So from behind halima had
To gently touch her shoulder pad
To calmly say please don't do that
And what is that the lady asked

Halima made a pleasing sigh
And said please
Don't push out that fart