The Spoonbill Generator

The Cronyism of Songbirds

Smells like you're frying bologna [F]

You've cut up and cooked your old pony? [quasi]

Now what will you ride? [F]

A buffalo hide? [quasi]

Or maybe Tonto, your crony? [F]

What is that lump in your shorts? [quasi]

Looks like a peanut of sorts [F]

And is that a stain? [quasi]

No - please ... don't explain [Kansas Sam]

I'm afraid of your genital warts [quasi (sorry)]

Why don't you throw out that cheese? [Kansas Sam]

As well as that curdled milk, please [F]

It's green-black and spotted [Kansas Sam]

All your food's rotted [F]

It's time that you learned how to freeze [Kansas Sam]

I see you're wearing a girdle [F]

You remind me of old Auntie Myrtle [Karin]

Her butt was so ample [Kansas Sam]

She used a ramp--ill-
Advised (it was such a hurdle) [F]


Contributors: F, quasi, Kansas Sam, quasi (sorry), Karin.
Poem finished: 26th October 2003 by Karin.