The Spoonbill Generator

Our Bombastic Parlour Pig

Terence wrote, when not in Thrace, a clutch of tearful plays [Apsley]

Bemoaning his acceptance of the droughts of former days [Roland]

Which, when in humble pentinence, he thought had marred his ways [Apsley]

He most of all, perhaps ... [(trad)]

Caught in the hunter's traps [Apsley]

Terence wrote, when not in Thrace, of irksome clouds of dust [Roland]

That sent him throughout Asia in a hail of stinging rust [Apsley]

Bewailing every incidence of raw, holistic lust [Roland]

He was the worst, perchance [Apsley]

To rue that sordid dance [Roland]

Terence wrote, when not in Thrace, a book of Thracian prose [Apsley]

Omitting all the consonants, and doubling the Os [Roland]

Merely led to impotence, and quadrupled hiw woes [Apsley]


Contributors: Apsley, Roland, (trad).
Poem finished: 16th October 2003 by Anon..