The Spoonbill Generator

Her hair falls short of a pageboy's crop [TG]

On the Ascot Opening Day [Roland]

Her eyes meet mine with a knowing gleam [TG]

And I cannot look away [Roland]

I cannot bring my eyes to drop [TG]

Beneath this painted dream [Roland]

Her lips glow soft as an apple's kiss [TG]

At the orchard's open gate [Roland]

Her eyes glance down at her upturned toe [TG]

And I cannot meet their weight [Roland]

Her hair falls out and teeth go bad, [Stacy]

But still I love her - am I mad? [TG]