The Spoonbill Generator

One Phoenix, hankering for love [Roland]

One bathmat, with little to lose [P]

They fell into each other's arms [Roland]

And then had to choose [P]

Said the first, 'Shall I burst into flame?' [Roland]

The other: "I'll drink myself dry" [TG]

For such were their mutual charms [Roland]

They both had to cry [TG]

But parting, we sense with dejection [Roland]

The Phoenix and Bathmat, alas, [P]

Excursions aside (and alarms) [Roland]

Fell into the deepest crevasse [P]