The Spoonbill Generator

Whether the Dweebs

One summer afternoon, the snow was all around [Nym]

I awoke, I snored, I screamed but made no sound [Karin]

To outer space I feared I must [Nym]

Relinquish all my earthly goods and trust [Francine]

But then Fred Flinstone assured me [Karin]

That all was well, no longer must I flee [Francine]

But the Great Gazoo had other plans` [Karin]

To scratch my itch and sear my hands [Francine]

Contributors: Nym, Karin, Francine.
Poem finished: 17th July 2003.