The Spoonbill Generator

Filling For That Apocalyptic Sandwich

Who ate my doughnuts? I could weep [Anon.]

For I had long awaited that buttery warmth [N]

And all that it entails. The sheer ecstasy [Anon.]

Of that hot sweetness that bursts forth [N]

And engulfs me. Apocalyptic [F]

Rushes of jelly filling suffuse me with giddiness [Karin]

And now some thief has denied me that pleasure [F]

Now where's that sandwich? I could have sworn [Ethetran]

I left it there. I'd just finished adding mayo [Beefy]

And cutting it cross-wise, just so [Dassn't Say]

The crusts removed and tiny [Grayman]

Crumbs of bacon scattered fetchingly about [Beefy]

The slices of banana - not too thick, nor thin [Ethetran]

And now some sandwich-swiper has prevented me from attaining Nirvana [Karin]

What happened to my beer? I'd only just [Beefy]

Set it down for a moment so I could grab more pretzels [Karin]

To add to the enjoyment. Cold and foaming it was [Beery]

Effervescent. Crisp. Intoxicating. Shall I go on? [F]

Oh do, do ... [loaf]

Allow me my diatropisms, they keep me sane [Anon.]

In a world where comestibles mysteriously vanish [Beefy]

Oh pooh pooh ... [loaf]

What a world, what a world. I starve, I am [Dassn't Say]

Tempted to suspend myself in a glass box for 44 days [Beefy]

Contributors: F, N, Karin, Ethetran, Beefy, Dassn't Say, Grayman, Beery, loaf, Anon..
Poem finished: 10th September 2003.