The Spoonbill Generator

Heresy Of Cosmic Sanity

The moon is made of cheese, and so [Ethetran]

Let's get the port, and off we go! [Beefy ]

I've got some crackers (in a tin) [Padfoot]

Of a kind that's crisp and smart and thin [Apsley]

Our hair is made of straw, and thus [F]

It's time to board the party bus [N]

We'll motor down to New Orleans [F]

Once we're dressed up in designer jeans [N]

Our dreams will come to naught--ah, well! [F]

Each one of us is bound for hell [N]

The future does indeed look bleak [Big Andy]

Unless, of course, you're of the meek [Beefy ]

You're made of what you eat, but then [Ethetran]

That's why we're all just processed men [Grayman]

Don't think about it, if you can [Ethetran]

Resist the lure of rhubarb flan [Beefy ]


Contributors: Ethetran, Beefy, Padfoot, Apsley, F, N, Big Andy, Grayman.
Poem finished: 27th November 2003 by Anon..