The Spoonbill Generator

Wiggles in Spain

The bubble bath! The bubble bath! I float in pink champagne. [Dassn't Say]

The level's high! This double bath will end my youthful reign! [Kansas Sam]

One afternoon, in early June, I took my final shower, [td]

My skin evinced an early prune; their plot began to flower [Kansas Sam]

With carbuncles and vescicles and nasty little zits [Dassn't Say]

This disease has wracked my body, and sent me into fits

Impetigo, beri-beri, psoriasis, consumption and gout [Karin]

I think I may have caught them all from eating sauer-kraut

With crackled pigtails, bird's feet soup and salmonella tea [Francine]

I hope to do to all of them what they've done unto me [Kansas Sam]

The muggle stew! The muggle stew! I cook in ecstasy [Francine]

The level's right; this broth will do; those crumbs will cop no plea! [Kansas Sam]

One afternoon, in early March, I took my final savor [Francine]

As Colonel Harlan Sanders said, "Twelve spices--that's the flavor!" [Kansas Sam]

And so with bubble baths and stews, I found myself rhapsodic [Francine]

Yet readers who hate rhyming pairs by now are near-psychotic [Kansas Sam]

So l shall end this tale of stews and sybaritic baths [Francine]

By leading rhyming readers, far and wide, down primrose trails [Kansas Sam]

Contributors: Dassn't Say, Kansas Sam, td, Nym, Karin, Francine.
Poem finished: 27th July 2003.