The Spoonbill Generator

Jelly-Babies Prefer Jelly-Parents

Dr Who once gave me candy-floss to eat [Apsley]

I spun it in a turban all July [Surlaw]

Whilst thrashing to the latest rock scene [Apsley]

And harbouring no hankering for pie [Surlaw]

Although the Daleks tell me that it is a treat [Apsley]

Outselling plasticene [Surlaw]

As a young assistant, I had let him down - [Apsley]

From Kettering to Klosters, on my trike [Surlaw]

I had fled from him with crude abandon. [Apsley]

And harbouring no hankering for pike [Surlaw]

The which Cybermen vouchsafe is most rare [Apsley]

Outsmelling kerosene [Surlaw]

I chose to wear some tartan in the dead of night [Apsley]

And haunt the ruined quarry-pits by day [Surlaw]

The Doctor was, it's said, a little perlexed [Apsley]

And harboured little hank'ring for his pay [Surlaw]

From ice-warrior bosses, bereft of all things sweet, [Apsley]

Out-yelling Edmund Keane [Surlaw]

Contributors: Apsley, Surlaw.
Poem finished: 3rd February 2004 by Anon..