For Andy,Your poem, As Requested!
Noticed bus fifteen hundred and sixty four.
Just escaped the traffic jam.
A sticky situation.
Bus full of loons.
Drove up to the factory gate.
Gang of drunken loony tunes were going on the rob.
Wanted to see what was left.
Found nothing but a few old tyres.
The students heard him coming in.
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