The Spoonbill Generator

Fencing Our Glass Baby

For all your faults [P]

(the rasping snore, [Roland]

Is surely quite the worst) [P]

I trust this waltz [Roland]

Will make you burst [P]

You bore. [Roland]

I'm surely right [P]

(you can't pretend [Roland]

You don't, at heart, agree) [P]

I guess tonight [Roland]

You'll pay the fee [P]

Or end [Roland]

It's not enough [P]

(I guess you'll claim [Roland]

I've said this all before) [P]

I feel so rough [Roland]

And, what is more, [P]

You're lame. [Roland]

One final thing [P]

(and no riposte [Roland]

will serve to keep you whole) [TG]

Just take the ring [Roland]

And give your soul [P]

For lost [Roland]

Contributors: P, Roland, TG.
Poem finished: 8th February 2000.