The Spoonbill Generator

Jail-mouth Slime

At the risk of sounding spiteful, I shall tell you what I think

For the time has come you...fungus,

All the worms are getting...restless,

As they seethe at the catafalque's brink

Though it might seem quite improper, I shall tell what I know

Of the toad-molester's ... fingers

And the frog-molester's ... toe.

My emotions notwithstanding, I shall tell you what I feel

when we rove the murky fen ... Gus

delights us with his song ... no

he blights us with his stink.

Contributors: Peter, Leeroy, Leeroy's sister, Roland, Mondello the Astronomer, Boppo, P.
Poem finished: 1st November 1996.