The Spoonbill Generator

The Cauldron That Foils Such Weaklings As Us

I see your hoof prints on the stairs [F]

You unconvincing horse [Roland]

you thought you caught me unawares [Big Andy]

Yet I saw pairs, of course [Kansas Sam]

You can't conceal your wedding-dress [Roland]

or your red mountain boots [Big Andy]

Your bridle gear is more or less [Roland]

In need of retouched roots [TG]

I see your shadow on the wall [F]

When you destroy the lamp [Roland]

I see you have escaped your stall [F]

Across the lawn you tramp [loaf]

Ah, neigh, my love--return to me! [F]

With crampons all intact [Roland]

And I will mount you for a fee [F]

Then ride you till you're whacked [N]

Contributors: F, Roland, Big Andy, Kansas Sam, TG, loaf, N.
Poem finished: 16th November 2003 by Anon..