The Spoonbill Generator

Atop my desk, her portrait stared [Kansas Sam]

Into the redness as I glared [Apsley]

Athwart the mildewed baize [loaf]

Into the sunny haze, [Apsley]

In half-a-dozen ways [loaf]

For I am but a dreamer still, [Apsley]

Caught on the wasted afternoon [Roland]

Drifting aimlessly away into free verse like a swan down a culvert [asdf]

And lost all too soon [loaf]