The Spoonbill Generator

Commentary Arising From My Previous Uncials

Another riposte [P]

With bacon and brine [Roland]

Was it for this that my learning was lost? [P]

Further refrains [Roland]

Are surely a sign [P]

That the baby with flour so soundly was tossed [Apsley]

That sugar and altitude dizzied its brains [dkb]

Before it was trussed up with twine [fester]

And every retort [dkb]

With bunsen and flame [Beefy]

Brought it about that my hearing was bust [Apsley]

Similar songs [fester]

With tunes I disdain [Stacy Alexander]

Do not belong in a world without dust [Apsley]

Or well-equipped labs or alchemical pongs [dkb]

Like baby makes now and again [fester]

An eager return [Beefy]

With Kipling and Burns [fester]

To the masons all standing around in their threes [Apsley]

One chorus more [dkb]

From each of our turns [fester]

Then we can all drift like kites on the breeze [dkb]

Being blown to the nor' for three hours or more [fester]

we all wake up, huddled on the floor [melinda]


Contributors: P, Roland, Apsley, dkb, fester, Beefy, Stacy Alexander, melinda.
Poem finished: 12th January 2003.