The Spoonbill Generator

Nothing Will Prevail After The Neutrino

I think to make a piece of toast [Apsley]

Lies quite beyond my skill [Surlaw]

Or so the pastor told the ghost [Apsley]

Ouside the Five-Star Grill [Surlaw]

A naked naiad lay [Apsley]

But wouldn't pay my supper bill [Surlaw]

Yet I'm not sad [Apsley]

At what has not transpired [Surlaw]

To this old lad [Apsley]

For when he'd quite expired [Surlaw]

He found out that he'd had [Apsley]

The best that he required [Surlaw]


Contributors: Apsley, Surlaw.
Poem finished: 20th January 2004 by Anon..