The Spoonbill Generator

Oak-worm Veneer Heathcliff

Curtains for the front of house [Apsley]

Disfigured in surmise [Surlaw]

By critics from The Daily Louse [Apsley]

In apostates' disguise [Surlaw]

Will very soon crush dead a mouse [Apsley]

Like the comets overhead [Surlaw]

- No, hated every one! - [Apsley]

That corruscate in puce and red [Surlaw]

Our own true holy sonne [Apsley]

Will very soon flicker out, dead [loaf]

Seeking, then, the death of Death, [Apsley]

As woven in a shroud [Surlaw]

Of silk, a three drunk on meths [Apsley]

And singing much too loud [Surlaw]

Will very soon waken Macbeth [Shipp]

He from slumbers thusly brought [Apsley]

To putrefy the vale [Surlaw]

Will, with a posset, soon be taught [Apsley]

Some less convincing tale [Surlaw]

Than those he rightly sought [Apsley]


Contributors: Apsley, Surlaw, loaf, Shipp.
Poem finished: 13th November 2003 by Anon..