And Thereby Hangs a Tail...

Time to be subjected to one of my untasteful poems again.

This time I'll do it live with a Random Word Generator, and even keep track of the time I took to compose it.

Now, noun: madhouse

         adjective: flameproof

         verb: flow

         adverb: flaccidly

(of varying difficulties)

Time begins... NOW.

A flameproof madhouse once walked,

Through a city chalk and cheese;

And as the madhouse just gawked,

The citizens began to wheeze:

'Who,' one asked, 'Is this madhouse

Who makes us sneeze and wheeze?

And why, oh why, is my house

Falling apart at the beams?'

For indeed, the house, made of

Chalk and cheese was limping now,

It hung flaccidly as if

It were yielding a pleased bow.

At once, all the houses collapsed,

And there began to flow a

River of cheese, with infused

Chalk -- a river light yellow.

They went after the madhouse

And hurled flaming sticks at him

For destroying their houses,

And making them sneeze, and then some.

But the madhouse was flameproof,

And he stayed unaffected;

He solemnly expressed grief,

Then quickly trudged on, offended.

(Yeah, what do you expect if I'm under a time limit?)

Well, I took 19 minutes and 32 seconds for this piece of wisdom.

On the way to geniusdom? Too close, perhaps...