The Spoonbill Generator

They Came Third

Dyspeptic Malthusians are roaming about [F]

Hunting for their favourite prey [N]

Sometimes they're skinny, sometimes they're stout [F]

Sometimes pink and sometimes grey [N]

Elusive Ephesians are stalking us now [F]

In their patented camouflage socks [Ethetran]

Some came by camel, some came by dhow [Beefy]

And they're planning on cleaning our clocks [Ethetran]

Those darn Etruscans are rising from graves [Dassn't Say]

With a thousand-year hunger to sate [Ethetran]

Those darn Neantherthals issue from caves [Dassn't Say]

And they're dishing out death worse than fate [Ethetran]

Meanwhile the Masons are making things worse [dok]

With their megalomaniac plots [Ethetran]

Some speak in riddles and some speak in verse [dok]

But we all know who's calling the shots [Beefy]

Clearly, the Keynsians ransacked our kids [Kansas Sam]

When supplies were much in demand [Beefy]

Now, their futures are poor, on the skids [Kansas Sam]

And their pants are filled with sand [archaeopteyrx]

Yet Throat Singing Tuvans with time on their hands [K8]

Are wringing the necks of the Shriners [Dassn't Say]

Extracting the hormones from pineal glands [dok]

To plump up their shriveled vaginas [Anon.]


Contributors: F, N, Ethetran, Beefy, Dassn't Say, dok, Kansas Sam, archaeopteyrx, K8, Anon..
Poem finished: 6th September 2003.