The Spoonbill Generator

A waterfall, in which the whale [Surlaw]

Grew sadly yet serenely pale, [Apsley]

Indiff'rent to the saline drip [Surlaw]

Or Mistress Maggie's stinging whip, [Apsley]

Is where I set my tale [Surlaw]

On China seas, with China plates, [Apsley]

Ceramic bulls charge china gates [Surlaw]

Inscribed with rustic oafish saws [Apsley]

And images of dead macaws [Surlaw]

That would not pay the rates [Apsley]

The willow pattern weeps in vain [Surlaw]

(Its tear-drops fill the waiting drain) [Apsley]

Indiff'rent to the washing up [Surlaw]

That long had been the loving-cup [Apsley]

Of laundresses in Spain [Surlaw]

The whale was wanton, quite a slut, [Apsley]

Its bedroom door was never shut [Surlaw]

To visitors from outer space [Apsley]

Who never felt the stern disgrace [Surlaw]

Of those who dealt the upper cut [Apsley]