The Spoonbill Generator

Our story was unfinished! We had not reached the end [Nym]

The lamps were lit, the fire blazed [Francine]

Her stomach did distend [Nym]

I thought she might be pregant but for her calm demeanor [Francine]

She was practising her yoga [Nym]

While I munched on a weiner [Francine]

I gagged and coughed and sputtered, meat lodged in my throat [archaeopteryx]

This poem is going all to sea - has anyone got a boat? [MikeH]

Can someone please call Heimlich to dislodge this poem's pulp? [Dassn't Say]

I've dialed 911. [Karin]