The Spoonbill Generator

Shaking Like Evaporating Milkmaids

Don't think me ungrateful, but [Apsley]

I think I shun your burial-hut [Roland]

Although you were a faithful mutt [F]

My violin won't string your gut [Kansas Sam]

What can I say but--tsk, tut-tut [F]

Chasing cars, you canine nut [Grayman]

You made me miss a crucial putt [Beefy ]

So now it seems I'll miss the cut [Padfoot]

They'll bar me from the members' hut [Grayman]

With me tossed out the door will shut [archaeopteryx]

I'll sink into a doleful rut [Beefy ]

And be the subject of scuttlebutt [archaeopteryx]

My lower lip will start to jut [Karin]

I'll be regarded as a slut [Beefy ]

I'll have to eke out a life of smut [archaeopteryx]

And when the Johns offend, rebut [Kansas Sam]

Their churlish ways; then off I'll strut [Beefy ]

My canine friend, I tell you what [archaeopteryx]

I think I'll sit here on my butt [F]

And send you off to Connecticut [Anon.]


Contributors: Apsley, Roland, F, Kansas Sam, Grayman, Beefy, Padfoot, archaeopteryx, Karin.
Poem finished: 15th October 2003 by Anon..