The Spoonbill Generator

We went to sea in a gravy boat one gray autumnal day [F]

The Gravy Navy'd sent its best to sail the Queen's buffet [Kansas Sam]

We sailed around the pepper shaker, skirted the foie gras [F]

But when we reached the finger bowls we made our first faux pas [Karin]

We grounded on the Queen's serviette; she really was displeased [F]

It wasn't just the Royal Curds we'd roiled and we'd cheesed [Kansas Sam]

We'd spilled the Royal Burgundy, her regal face was red [Beefy ]

And lunging, with the cruet set she bashed us on the head [loaf]

"Sprog overboard!", the skipper cried, and all hands raced on deck [Beefy ]

One poor lad slipped on the Burgundy and broke his bloody neck [Big Andy]

[Anon.]