The Spoonbill Generator

My Guts Reek

Good Morning, Mr. Soap! [quasi]

I've come to wash my face [Nym]

To lose that patina of hope [Roland]

Dispel that foul reek
And redden my cheek [N]

[Anon.]

Greetings, Mr. Razor! [N]

I've come to shave my beard [F]

I refuse to use a laser [N]

I want to be a Greek [F]

With a chin smooth and sleek [N]

Howdy, Mrs. Tissue! [F]

I've come to blow my nose [N]

Sometimes I do really miss you [Anon.]

Your comfort I seek [N]

When I need to tend my beak. [Karin]


Contributors: quasi, Nym, Roland, N, Anon., F, Karin.
Poem finished: 2nd September 2003.