The Spoonbill Generator

My Helium Pancakes Notwithstanding

When I consider how my light is spent, [fester]

Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, [(trad)]

I see the night: I have much to repent [fester]

And also serve, who only run and hide. [Roland]

Because I do not hope to turn again, [fester]

Desiring this man's goose and that man's snipe [Roland]

Oh day and night, this life is wondrous strange-- [fester]

Enchant the maytime with an antique pipe! [Roland]

Uneasy lies the head that wears a cap [fester]

Unless it be with silken thread imbued [Apsley]

Else every night must seem a cunning trap [Beefy]

To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude [(trad)]

"Once more unto the beach, dear friends, once more!" [fester]

Said the hoary inveterate drunkard, yawning: [Apsley]

"I see some booze is still left on the shore! [fester]

First pass the port, and then straight on till morning!" [Beefy]

When others see this sorry mess of woe, [Apsley]

There'll be the sound of revelry by night [fester]

As pagans to the great big bonfire go [Apsley]

And all of them get plastered by first light. [fester]

Contributors: fester, (trad), Roland, Apsley, Beefy.
Poem finished: 15th May 2002.