The Spoonbill Generator

In Piles of Half-Burned Pizza

What evil you planning today? [Padfoot]

What mischievous tricks are in store? [Beefy ]

What vicious manoeuvres [Roland]

Like frightening hoovers [Padfoot]

Or calling the Teasmaid a wh*re? [Roland]

I don't think I can take any more... [Ethetran]

Of your prankish gestalt; it's a bore [Dassn't Say]

I smell gasoline on this floor [wah]

Now go get a mop, Son, [Kansas Sam]

Each time fluid drops on [Roland]

My parquet I really get sore [F]

I don't think I can take any more... [(trad)]

Of your moldy, year-old albacore [Dassn't Say]

I don't think I can take any more... [(trad)]


Contributors: Padfoot, Beefy, Roland, Ethetran, Dassn't Say, wah, Kansas Sam, F, (trad).
Poem finished: 27th September 2003.