The Spoonbill Generator

The Best Guests

With operatic splendour did the door-bell sweetly chime [N]

Foretelling unknown callers in the middle of the night [anon]

So wearily I rose, from my sumptuous satin sheets [N]

"Wait there, Susan dear" - pistol loaded, head clear, don a smile [anon]

And improvise. Perhaps a quip, a mirthless laugh or offer her a lime? [F]

I must attend our patient guests; they're standing in the snow [Anon.]

So wearily I rose, from my oatmeal laden dreams [F]

And tip-toed down the hallway, 'cross an antique Turkish rug [N]

But overcome by a caprice, I thought, "Ah, screw it, heck" [F]

And from the casement window threw the contents of the pot [Beefy]

On my patiently waiting guests, little knowing they were my long lost family. [Karin]

Contributors: N, anon, F, Beefy, Karin.
Poem finished: 5th August 2003.