My poems

All Aboard the Magic Bus

I was waiting at the bus stop
For the number fourty four
But when it finally reached me
It said  "Sorry can't take no more"

Ive picked up so many passengers
They are hanging out the door
They are sitting three to a seat
And squashed upon the floor

Ive got old G0dsdestroyer
Whos been out to get his meal
Hes bought up half the supermarket
And takes up six seats for real

And then there's Urgorr the Old
Crammed in across the back
The Dude keeps blowing his whistle
As he swings from the luggage rack

Smoking GNU has trouble sitting
Because his horns are far and wide
His rugby team is plain terrible
They cant even make up a side

We are on our way to Illyriad
With Stormcrow and his team
Mod. Strategos has a purple  pen
The largest  you have ever seen

Then theres the Dwarven Lord Alliance
Who are sat down in the aisle
With that walking beard on legs
Old High King Belargyle

I mustnt forget Kumamoto
Whos car has broken down
He taking the Honored Mule
To the vets at the end of town