The Spoonbill Generator

Growing Like Bacteria

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road [Big Andy]

This-a-way lies heaven, and that-a-way lies hell [N]

Pity I cannot travel both 'cause that would sure be swell [F]

Another culmination, what fate it did forebode? [N]

Another scooping job, a spoon stuck in the dirt [F]

I'll dig myself a grave, and maybe find my peace [N]

And then perhaps on life, I'll get a second lease [F]

Another stabbing wound, a gushing bloody spurt [N]

Another sipping chore, a straw stuck in a pond [F]

Well at least it's better than a pint of Shepherd Neame [Grayman]

The very word, I'll have you know, just makes me want to beam [F]

Another mis-spent youth, a supposed manly bond [Big Andy]

Another boring day, a life stuck in a rut [Beefy ]

Perhaps it's time to make a break, and get away from here [Ethetran]

Perhaps we'll find a pub that sells another kind of beer [Grayman]

Another all-night sesh, and lock-in when they shut [Beefy ]


Contributors: Big Andy, N, F, Grayman, Beefy, Ethetran.
Poem finished: 25th November 2003 by Anon..