The Spoonbill Generator


After searching high and low, I finally found [N]

My mother's dentures in my gunnysack [F]

Just how they got in there I cannot say: [N]

The woman must have suffered another brief "attack" [F]

So I fished them out and wiped off all the gunk [N]

Then put them in my mouth; they didn't fit [F]

No great surprise, considering the facts: [N]

Shaped and sized just like a catcher's mitt [F]

Contributors: N, F.
Poem finished: 20th November 2003 by Anon..