The Spoonbill Generator

The Right Lunar Terrace Concept

These pronouncements, from the moon, were made in dead of night:       [Apsley ]

By Jupiter and Saturn, and all the gods between       [Beefy ]

That fester in this hemisphere, put out that bloody light!       [Apsley ]

Or all celestial bodies will be itching for a fight       [F ]

With her whom poets dub the night's own queen.       [Apsley ]

These suggestions, from the moon, are made in most good faith       [Beefy ]

To demonstrate the patience of the hunter's friend       [Apsley ]

I, quite the stealthy turner, will deform them on my lathe       [F ]

Until their heav'nly bodies are as thin as any wraith       [Beefy ]

And have a sort of bauble on the end       [Ethetran ]

These small rocklets, from the moon, are made from greenest cheese       [Beefy ]

The vacuum kept them well preserved en route       [Ethetran ]

You never will have tasted titbits half as good as these       [Beefy ]

(Best served chilled at -1.72)       [Ethetran ]

Unless you've licked this mildewed hiking boot?       [Roland ]


Contributors: Apsley, Beefy, F, Ethetran, Roland.
Poem finished: 7th July 2004 by Beefy.