The Spoonbill Generator

Escape Attempts

There once was a Cornishman, Lee, [Godfearing scientist]

Who smiled as he sailed out to sea [Beefy]

But his boat hit a rock [Lee]

And failed to make dock [N]

While Lee had a nice cuppa tea [Dassn't Say]

Undeterred by his first failed escape [Timlad]

Or the fact he was so out of shape [Beefy]

He fashioned a plane [Eth]

Of candy. Insane? [smrtypnts]

No, not nutty: its flavor was grape [Kansas Sam]

The grape candy plane flew too high [Lee]

Then started to drop from the sky [Karin]

As Icarus learned [Beefy]

You're sure to get burned [Karin]

If you eat from the sweet that you fly [Kansas Sam]

But our Cornishman wasn't done yet [N]

And unwound with a French cigarette [snood]

Then thoughtfully puffed [N]

While his kneecaps were buffed [F]

By some sort of sharp minaret [Dassn't Say]

Then eureka, he had an idea! [N]

A light bulb went on--mamma mia! [F]

He'd started to jabber
Some crap about ABBA [N]

When his friend cried, "Gotta go. See ya." [F]

While cycling on his BMX [Anon.]

He thought, "I know what I'll try next!" [Eth]

Applying his craft [Beefy]

To a crushed-velvet raft [Grayman]

He augmented the list of shipwrecks [Ethetran]

So that was the tale of poor Lee [Beefy]

And his constant attempts to be free [Ethetran]

The moral is plain: [Beefy]

Do not try again [Ethetran]

If you fail, quit like Paul: let it be [Kansas Sam]

-~- [Ethetran]


Contributors: Godfearing scientist, Beefy, Lee, N, Dassn't Say, Timlad, Eth, smrtypnts, Kansas Sam, Karin, snood, F, Anon., Grayman, Ethetran.
Poem finished: 4th September 2003.