Awsome Wells Dickenson

Rookie (25-12-1991 / Tunbridge wells)


Poem by Awsome Wells Dickenson

The Cab rank was quiet
The night was ice cold
Then suddenly a figure occured
Tapping on the cab window
He was big hairy and ugly
I released the central locking
The monster got in
Then it hit me, an ungod like aroma
Like the smell of death itself
Salt welled up in my mouth
My cheeks started vibrating
Then the volcano was released
All over the offensive smell
Poems start and end in many different ways
This ends with a cabby in full flight
Running helter skelter through the night
Pursued by an aroma covered in vomit

Written June 2007

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 15, 2011