The Spoonbill Generator

Wittgenstein's Spare Puma

Nascent longing, unrecognized, but pure: [Apsley]

Plants reach for the sun, their roots for manure [fester]

Rats long for the trapper, rabbits for the gun [Roland]

The sapling is quite restless if it does not eat a bun [Apsley]

Plangent singing, a haunting sound, but sweet: [fester]

The footsteps of the peasants in the street, [Apsley]

Tired of all the rapping, hobbits seek a ring [fester]

That might enhance their powers to entrance string [Apsley]

Innocent dreams, unsullied yet by sin: [fester]

What gives me power by downing some gin? [Apsley]

The happy little rabbits hop around [fester]

Until I beat their brains out on the ground [Apsley]

Contributors: Apsley, fester, Roland.
Poem finished: 8th November 2001.