The Spoonbill Generator

Concealed In Plain Leather

Of all the nights I've spent abroad [Beefy ]

The dullest was in Thrace [loaf]

I don't know when I've been so bored [Beefy ]

As when I found that mace [Kansas Sam]

Beat nutmeg in a spices race [Apsley]

With camomile a distant fourth [loaf]

But not a minor third [Apsley]

I don't know South from West or North [loaf]

Or fart from major turd [asdf]

I wish I'd never met that bird [Beefy ]

Thrace, you see, is not the place [Apsley]

To go if you'd have fun [Beefy ]

Instead: To Rome! To tat some lace! [Kansas Sam]

To eat a currant-bun? [Apsley]

And hook up with a Latin hon [Karin]

Contributors: Beefy, loaf, Kansas Sam, Apsley, asdf, Karin.
Poem finished: 5th February 2004 by Beefy.