The Spoonbill Generator

The Burlington Commuter Blues

The wrong kind of sun, the wrong kind of snow [TG]

The wrong kind of driver; we're going so slow [Roland]

No hint do we get of the cause of our plight [TG]

For though we be drawn by a lame eremite [Roland]

Our journey, it seems, does not matter to those [TG]

Who came into this life with no webs on their toes [Roland]

The wrong kind of pen, the wrong kind of ink [TG]

The wrong kind of writers; we're trying to think [Roland]

No glint to be seen of the end of our block [TG]

No Muses that hover, no fluttering flock [Roland]

Our poem, it seems, will not burden the page [TG]

With notions poetic or witty or sage [P]

Contributors: TG, Roland, P.
Poem finished: 29th August 2003.