The Spoonbill Generator: Proposition (The Metaphysical Routine)

The end of the day is not the start of the night

Nor the end of work the start of play

So, on with our festive pyjamas,

(Where are our favourite stuffed llamas?)

I knew we should miss them someday

I knew I would one day be right

The end of this world is not the start of the next

Nor the end of heaven the start of hell

So, out with our frail balalaikas

(The ones that we bought from the bikers)

And, could we but play them as well

Our audience would not be so vexed