The Spoonbill Generator

Thou still unopen'd flask of liquor, [N]

Beckons me. Oh! curse the fate [F]

Spirit deliv'rer, whose flame doest flicker [N]

Grievously annoying my mate [F]

What green-ting'd legend haunts about thy shape [N]

And gently draws me in [Ethetran]

Reducing me to gibb'ring like an ape [Beefy]

As I contemplate the raptures held within [Ethetran]

Midori, O Midori, thou green-tinged draught of lofty Gods! [green]

How shall I compare thee to a beer? [Beefy]

The sucking soak of Todd's [K8]

Lime green lager from County Kildare has pickled my brain [Dassn't Say]

[Anon.]