The Spoonbill Generator

Webfooted Drive Through Town

On the night I was headed for town
I went out and waved a cab down [N]

And who should be driving? A clown [F]

Wearing naught but an old dressing gown [N]

He said, "Where ya headed, my friend?" [F]

As through all the streets did he wend [N]

"Um--Fifty-two-sixty Gravesend" [F]

But instead he drove me round the bend [Grayman]

I thought I was losing my mind
He said, "You're not used to my kind" [Anon.]

I knew I was in quite a bind [Beefy]

In the skein of foul fate I was twined. [Dassn't Say]

The view through the windows grew dark [Beefy]

When the driver decided to park [Dassn't Say]

To him, it was clearly a lark [N]

To strip off his clown clothes and bark [Dassn't Say]

"What madness is this?" I cried out [F]

I desperately looked all about [N]

Yikes! The Twilight Zone, no doubt [Anon.]

"Please help!" did I hopefully shout [N]

He threw back his head and guffawed [F]

Then drew out a glittering sword [N]

And I thought to myself, Dear God [F]

This clown was an absolute sod! [N]

Contributors: N, F, Grayman, Beefy, Dassn't Say.
Poem finished: 2nd September 2003.