The Spoonbill Generator


Why must you tinkle in your pants? [Francine]

When will you teach me how to dance? [Karin]

When will you show me how to kiss? [Francine]

Why, your moistened lips I truly miss. [Someone]

Your pimpled face, your purple chin [Francine]

Well what a pickle we are in [Nym]

You must apply yourself to me [Francine]

Hip to hip and knee to knee [Nym]

Toe to toe and rump to rump [Francine]

All night long we'll grind and bump [Nym]

Contributors: Francine, Karin, Someone, Nym.
Poem finished: 18th July 2003.