The Spoonbill Generator

Swimming for Pilgrims

What cloud through yonder window frowns? [dkb]

'Tis Romeo in his dressing-gown [fester]

Alarm clock in his waiting hand, [dkb]

With other hand atop a nymph. [Apsley]

Who, like an ugly witch, doth limp [Stacy Alexander]

Drink to me, lonely as a spy, [fester]

Eternity was in our lips and eyes, [Stacy Alexander]

one kiss, one touch, your lips touch mine, [brooke]

Speak no more of her. give me a bowl of wine. [Stacy Alexander]

What lake lies placid at the shore? [dkb]

Is it Elizabeth? I fancy more [Apsley]

Than thirty thousand hippos stand [dkb]

Just up the road in Samerkand [Apsley]

Chameleons sing among the pines [dkb]

And stab themselves with their fat spines [Apsley]

Drink to me, distant as a dream, [dkb]

Vacuity just out of grasp and thought [Apsley]

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, [Stacy Alexander]

And bathe my shattered head in a stream [Apsley]

Contributors: dkb, fester, Apsley, Stacy Alexander, brooke.
Poem finished: 29th November 2002.