"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
