I gleaned words from David Tucker's poetry collection, Late for Work. I went through the book, page by page, and on each page, pointed randomly at a spot in the poem, without looking where I was pointing. Then I took the word nearest my finger (or a more interesting one nearby) and added it to a list. When I had two dozen words, I made my own poem, using as many of the words (or variations of those words) as possible.

Here are the words I came up with:
disappears
shriveled
own
talking
velvet
tasks
top
rolled 
rumor
whispers
afternoon
favorite
Hoah!
boredom
voice
run
morning
her
flight
manufacturing
mother
stubborn
wheels
moods

And here's the poem:
Morning whispers a rumor
In her mother's shriveled voice,
Afternoon's stubborn tasks
Roll like broken wheels,
Evening comes draped in velvet,
Hoah!
Quick as pigeons startled into flight,
Boredom disappears

I had so much fun with that exercise, I tried it again, this time taking words from a brochure on Holland, Michigan's Tulip Time festival.

Here's the word list:
festival
meet
expense
gifts
central
plus
windmill
scrubbing
parade
clog
bread
spike
shares
families
flats
pedal
courtyard
honey
thousands
page
fashion
winning
buckets
park

And the poem:
Families sharing bread and honey
Clog the park,
Thousands
With their buckets of gifts
Tossed from parade floats,
While in the central courtyard
Flats of scarlet spikes
Planted the night before
Ring around a windmill,
Petals swaying,
​A festival all their own