The Spoonbill Generator

Scorn these still-born architects [Roland]

Whose disenchanted forms [Stacy]

Distress the hardened pontifex [P]

To consecrate their confrere's dorms. [Stacy]

Dorms that house the shards of sleep [P]

Whose dormant dormers doze, [Stacy]

Dreaming of discarded sheep [TG]

And garments otiose. [The Agent Apsley]

Otiose these rags may be [TG]

But whilst there's breath in these old lungs [The Agent Apsley]

Wheezing, we will bend the knee [TG]

And impassioned, think of Germany. [Stacy]

Germany, that witty realm [The Agent Apsley]

Invaded every year [P]

By oak, by beech, by ash, by elm [PeterWRC]

And drunks in search of beer [P]

Oh, let's remember Florida, [Stacy]

Its sunshine and its storms [TG]

For surely nothing's horrider [P]

Than the blurring of all norms [The Agent Apsley]