The Spoonbill Generator

Möbius Dancing

A cannon-ball into the pool [Apsley]

A scimitar under the bed [Roland]

A carving-knife into the fool [Kansas Sam]

Who tramped on my grandfather's head [loaf]

Such is my message of doom [Apsley]

For you who would bump-off dear Nana [Kansas Sam]

Or hyphenate piranha [Apsley]

That camped in my grandfather's tomb [Roland]

A cannon-ball under the bed [Beefy ]

A scimitar dropped in the deep [Roland]

A carving-knife blunted and red [Beefy ]

From its work on that hard-hearted creep [Kansas Sam]

Such is my message of glee [Roland]

For would-be killers of Auntie Kate [Apsley]

A tin of Sardines, a pound of Skate. [Nigel Sly]

With that you can make risotto for me... [Apsley]

A cannon-ball flies in plain sight [Gussie]

A scimitar slices through space [Beefy ]

A carving-knife guided in flight [Kansas Sam]

Duck now or it will cut your face [jm]

Such is my message of hope [loaf]

For those who either kill or cure [Beefy ]

Use good old-fashioned rope [Kansas Sam]

And hang yourself from a door [jm]

Contributors: Apsley, Roland, Kansas Sam, loaf, Beefy, Nigel Sly, Gussie, jm.
Poem finished: 9th January 2004 by Anon..