Exhausted Bus of Sand
I took a Greyhound bus to Timbuktu
'cause my arms'd be tired, if I had flew
I pulled out the pizza pops hidden in my pocket
And turned up the tunes by Toad The Wet Sprocket
But then the driver turned around and yelled
When I couldn't hear him, he stood up and spelled "
When I couldn't read him, he danced a twitchy dance
Like he's epileptic with ants in his pants
I nearly missed my plane 'cause he wuz showin' me the mountains
Losing precious seconds cooling off in fountains
I had to find a towel, while pursued by my accountants
They'd trample me surely, like a herd of mad elephants
I took an oil tanker to the jungles of Melaka
Passing the time by reading Dorothy Parker
I just wasn't sure that I could continue my trip
For afterall, I'd lost my favorite satin slip
I saw the shoreline rise purple from the sea
While I soothed the Bishop with Earl Grey tea
He thanked me kindly, his jaw so prognathous
And showed me the door with a finger so glabrous
So ended my journey to that fabled land
I remember it still, in that desert of sand
How weird it all was and how tired I felt
My dreams are still haunted by that measureless veldt
Contributors: | Francine, smrtypnts, K8, F, Dassn't Say, yoxi, wah, MockTurtle, slartibartfast, baoloa, De Quincey, abc, Anon., N. |
Poem finished: | 17th August 2003. |