The Spoonbill Generator

Comeuppance to Astroturf

I always knew that I'd be back [Beefy]

These kids, they lack the Beefy knack [Kansas Sam]

And flip their burgers unconcerned [snoods]

That salmonella's still unburned [Kansas Sam]

The trots? So what! [Anon.]

I always knew that I'd be blue [Anon.]

The orders short, they'd misconstrue [snoods]

And stare dumbounded as I choke [archaeopteryx]

In gathering clouds of acrid smoke [snoods]

The snots? Bon mots! [Francine]

We really need a chef who knows [tonedeaf]

A big mac burger from a rose [snoods]

I always knew the pay was bad [asdf]

A pittance for the grief we've had [snoods]

Those pimply, smelly, teenage brats [asdf]

With nasty English cricket bats [snoods]

You're chaps? Here's slaps! [asdf]

And now we end this ode to fry cooks [tonedeaf]

With rhyming couplet, as in Bards books [snoods]

But not so fast! A stanza's lost! [scansion]

Buried under snow and frost [Anon.]

And when it's found, will it be this? [asdf]

The lines that sadly went amiss [Nym]

Behold! They're cold! [asdf]


Contributors: Beefy, Kansas Sam, snoods, Anon., archaeopteryx, Francine, tonedeaf, asdf, scansion, Nym.
Poem finished: 22nd July 2003.