The Spoonbill Generator

Debauchery, Alcohol, And Nothing Left

There appears to be much merriment tonight [Nym]

Solemnity is called for when you flunk [Francine]

Your greatest test, by getting drunk [N]

Is whether you can handle any plight [Francine]

There seems to be confusion in the air [N]

Enlightment is called for, don't you think? [Francine]

I wouldn't know, but god I need a drink [N]

I hope you've got some Scotch to spare [Karin]

There appears to be much guzzling this day [Francine]

For Christmas comes six weeks before expected [Ethetran]

And so, with this excuse, I have elected [Francine]

To go and pour a pleasant Chardonnay [Irene Adler]


Contributors: Nym, Francine, N, Karin, Ethetran, Irene Adler.
Poem finished: 8th November 2003 by Anon..