The Spoonbill Generator

Piquant Hostesses

Bowls of mustard lined the hall [Apsley]

And hotdogs filled the chamber [Anon.]

It made poor Will feel rather small [Beefy ]

Although he relished danger [dok]

The giant tongs! He cowered not [Kansas Sam]

Instead, he tried to ketchup [Erie]

Then suddenly his buns grew hot [Karin]

Thus causing him to hiccup [Erie]

The onions filled his eyes with tears [Beefy ]

Of sadness at their cleavage [Kansas Sam]

Some sour Kraut yelled in his ears [Karin]

"You vill enjoy your mealage!" [Erie]

But Will was a resourceful lad [Beefy ]

Dogged, firm, and gutsy [Kansas Sam]

"No weiner, I," said he, "I'm bad" [Anon.]

And strode off, glum and sulky [TG]

Contributors: Apsley, Anon., Beefy, dok, Kansas Sam, Erie, Karin, F, TG.
Poem finished: 24th April 2004 by Anon..