This week's driver is Niamb, who set a complex challenge involving email lists, headache pills, dead-letter drops, meetings near the bandstand and the number 7. Ok, maybe I made some of that up, but we had to derive 2 names and a word.
My two names were Debs and Rich, and the word was "annoyed". Other, much better, pomes are here.
So it was me, Debs and Rich at the bus stop.
With its unbreakable panels bashed out
Lying in heaps of winking diamonds around our feet.
The timetable was a mystery of
A promise of far-off illegible places.
Annoyed, the rain cried over the mess
And the tears soaked us,
We shivering huddled three.
But it was Saturday afternoon
And we were going swimming anyway
So it didn't matter.