The Spoonbill Generator

Accidents to Unwary Playmates

In the timeless forests of the north [keith c]

My saw and I, we sally forth [Kansas Sam]

Among the oak, the pine, the larch [loaf]

I'm OK, but philosophers parch [Kansas Sam]

Vassell brought forth the chalice of Victory [DaddyCool]

Made of wood, that was not hickory [Stacy Alexander]

And then turned to gold by magic and trickery [keith c]

Bidding the glade a fond valedictory [Beefy]

The Elves and Dwarves all gather round [keith c]

With hopes that J.R.R.'s been drowned [Kansas Sam]

Now nothing lives where Ents once roamed [Beefy]

And even the sea has long since foamed [keith c]

Allusions abound, yet this poem has no teeth [Kansas Sam]

GUTS YOU REQUIRE, not here [keith c]

Illusions astound those whose home lies beneath [Beefy]

Ent roots, termites cry in their beer [Kansas Sam]

Neath the trees and ferns of forests shroud [keith c]

Termites munch their lunch out loud [Kansas Sam]

Their aim to further the methane cloud [keith c]

All of us should be so proud! [Beefy]

Contributors: keith c, Kansas Sam, loaf, DaddyCool, Stacy Alexander, Beefy.
Poem finished: 18th April 2003.