Poetic Procrastination

During a near terminally boring quiet day at work, Witsy rescued me by setting me the following task:

"Write a poem on the theme of public transport including the words 'tripe', 'exorcist' and 'boobies'."

Here is the lyrical result:

Public Transport

London’s a vast complex maze

So to travel efficiently, pays

By rail track or gravel

It’s exciting to travel

In all kinds of different ways

It’s called ‘Public’ so on some occasions

You’ll meet people of different persuasions

A librarian, a flautist

A docTOR, and exORcist

Or Frenchmen, Mancunians or Asians

You may hear a Londoner gripe

About prices and other such hype

But that’s propaganda

See yourself, have a gander

You’ll see it’s a load of old tripe

There is only one warning I’ll say

Before sending you off on your way

Since you’re such a cutie

Cover boobies and booty

Or be tube-dwelling lecherous prey