The Spoonbill Generator

Onwards, Henrietta Dawson

I carry Hank, my freeze-dried hake, [Kansas Sam]

Everywhere I go [Beefy ]

Yet by the margins of the lake [loaf]

That's known as Ohio [Beefy ]

I have to fight to quell his urge [Roland]

To scream, as if still hooked [Kansas Sam]

And with his mighty fins to surge [Apsley]

Where torrents won't be brooked [Beefy ]

The fishy smile upon his face belies his [kweekweg]

Sad demeanour [Grayman]

And reassures me there's no crisis [Beefy ]

But Edwina, [loaf]

Looking like a perfect stranger [Beefy ]

Decried her sad demise [Anon.]

And warned of piscatorial danger [Beefy ]

Served with ketchup and French Fries [Ethetran]

Contributors: Kansas Sam, Beefy, loaf, Roland, Apsley, kweekweg, Grayman, Anon., Ethetran.
Poem finished: 31st March 2004 by Beefy.