The Spoonbill Generator

The Ancient Dreams Of Ken

Against a sky of brooding green [N]

I threw up on their trampoline [Kansas Sam]

It bounced about, a yellow blob [N]

The scene attracted quite a mob [F]

So up and down my parcel went [N]

I knew then I was effluent [F]

At last it landed, awkwardly [N]

But I ignored it, stalwartly [F]

The crowd, though, made it bounce again [Kansas Sam]

Their pleasure was beyond my ken [F]

But then I saw that parcel smile [Kansas Sam]

How incommunicably vile! [F]

I wept as I beheld that puke [Beefy ]

Until it gave this fond rebuke: [Kansas Sam]

"Please, never overeat then jump" [F]

"Before you've gone to take a dump!" [N]

Contributors: N, Kansas Sam, F, Beefy.
Poem finished: 22nd November 2003 by Anon..