The Spoonbill Generator

Her tortured lip was dripping blood [N]

(Although it really looked like mud) [Apsley]

She lay there, still, with vacant eyes [N]

Until the sun began to rise [F]

And melt her frozen alibis [Roland]

Her ragged dress, her worn out shoes [Beefy, (possibly trad)]

Surely these were vital clues? [N]

But none would stop to lend a hand [Beefy ]

Until she happened, in The Strand [loaf]

To light upon a one man band [Beefy ]

Her halting shuffle caught his eyes [N]

And stemmed the flow of heady sighs [Apsley]

He touched her arm. "Excuse me, miss" [F]

"Tell me what the matter is" [N]

Upon his cheek she placed a kiss [F]

Upon his throat she placed a fang [loaf]

Then on his back she deftly sprang [Ethetran]

He screamed, and tried to reach a stake [Beefy ]

But grabbed instead a garden rake [F]

Too late! - Her thirst his blood did slake [Beefy ]