The Spoonbill Generator

Dubious Peacenik

A walking shrub shall grace our shores [Roland]

We'll close the streets and bar the doors [TG]

And, lest he start to brag of wars [Roland]

We'll stuff our ears with wax [TG]

His garbled nonsense sha'n't invade [Roland]

Our inner minds, to give him aid [TG]

When next embarking on a raid [unsullied]

We'll turn our scornful backs [TG]

Oh Burning Bush, and Burning Son [Anon.]

Each scarier than the other one [TG]

Behold the offspring of a gun [Roland]

We'll run away and hide [TG]

We spurn his massive entourage [Roland]

We'll greet him with a rude barraage [TG]

From throats as fierce and crowds as large [Roland]

As any he's espied [TG]

So 'Airstrip One' extends its scorn [Roland]

We'll make him wish he'd not been born [TG]

In his raw hide we'll be the thorn [Roland]

That spurs him to retreat [TG]

Good riddance to his private jet [Roland]

We'll be his friend no more, and yet [TG]

There's so much we can not forget [Roland]

- This diatribe's complete [TG]

Contributors: Roland, TG, unsullied.
Poem finished: 25th November 2003 by Anon..