The Spoonbill Generator

Retribution, hard as stolen milk,       [p ]

Creeps inside the sleeping silk       [Apsley ]

At dawn       [loaf ]

Oh, rosy Dawn, who fills the day with hope       [Chevalier ]

(And hastens hands that fumble for the soap)       [Apsley ]

Forlorn       [loaf ]

Searching for you in the mounds of clothes       [Apsley ]

Tunes our ears to your earthy oaths       [loaf ]

Profane       [Chevalier ]

Oh, fain would I be ready with her sponge       [loaf ]

And at her unclean body would I lunge       [F ]

In vain       [loaf ]