inamerrata

A friend o’ ne’er do wells,
Got flashbacks to a time in the car;
This master of izzard shells,
Was headed for dinner, huzzah!

In a car with those friends did he sit,
Seeking something to consume.
Through the streets of San Fran’ do they flit,
Hunting the sacred legume.

But out the car leapt the driver,
And sprints to a restaurant he spies,
Like something out of survivor,
This teamwork, from lord of the flies.

For a passenger took up the wheel,
Drove round the corner and carefully parked.
The ending we’re about to reveal,
It simply cannot be left unremarked.

The story continues to run,
But the details have to be missed.
Suffice to say, when the regrouping was done,
There was but one tiny twist:

They continued their searching for food,
Leaving the rendezvous quiet and still.
Surely they must be unglued,
Walking away from the Earthly Grill?

All in all it comes to one fact,
After making that claim on your blog.
Your challenge you’ll have to retract,
Coz to this lyrical prince, you’re a frog.