The Spoonbill Generator

Exhausted Bus of Sand

I took a Greyhound bus to Timbuktu [Francine]

'cause my arms'd be tired, if I had flew [smrtypnts]

I pulled out the pizza pops hidden in my pocket [K8]

And turned up the tunes by Toad The Wet Sprocket [smrtypnts]

But then the driver turned around and yelled [F]

When I couldn't hear him, he stood up and spelled " [K8]

When I couldn't read him, he danced a twitchy dance [Dassn't Say]

Like he's epileptic with ants in his pants [smrtypnts]

I nearly missed my plane 'cause he wuz showin' me the mountains [yoxi]

Losing precious seconds cooling off in fountains [wah]

I had to find a towel, while pursued by my accountants [MockTurtle]

They'd trample me surely, like a herd of mad elephants [smrtypnts]

I took an oil tanker to the jungles of Melaka [wah]

Passing the time by reading Dorothy Parker [slartibartfast]

I just wasn't sure that I could continue my trip [smrtypnts]

For afterall, I'd lost my favorite satin slip [F]

I saw the shoreline rise purple from the sea [baoloa]

While I soothed the Bishop with Earl Grey tea [De Quincey]

He thanked me kindly, his jaw so prognathous [F]

And showed me the door with a finger so glabrous [abc]


So ended my journey to that fabled land [F]

I remember it still, in that desert of sand [N]

How weird it all was and how tired I felt [F]

My dreams are still haunted by that measureless veldt [N]

Contributors: Francine, smrtypnts, K8, F, Dassn't Say, yoxi, wah, MockTurtle, slartibartfast, baoloa, De Quincey, abc, Anon., N.
Poem finished: 17th August 2003.