The Spoonbill Generator

The Virginal Chorus Sings Alleluia

Her clavicle was something to behold [F]

But only from the front - at night, [Apsley]

At other times, it weren't a pretty sight [N]

His bulbous nose was oftentimes awry [F]

But still could sniff the faintest scent [N]

But only when he fasted during Lent [F]

Her droopy knees were cause enough to stare: [N]

But only if she wasn't wearing hose [F]

And times like this infrequently arose [N]

His bandersnatch was truly overlarge [F]

He'd never find clothes big enough [N]

Thank god we never saw him in the buff [F]

Contributors: F, Apsley, N.
Poem finished: 18th November 2003 by Anon..