The Spoonbill Generator

'Tis the ebbing of the eyes       [Surlaw ]

That makes me blanch to-night       [Apsley ]

Although it comes as no surprise       [Surlaw ]

And, decently, gives rough disguise       [Apsley ]

To those so impolite       [Surlaw ]

To ruin the banquet quite       [Apsley ]

'Tis the spotting of the shawl       [Surlaw ]

That frets me much betimes       [Apsley ]

Despite its piquancy, withal       [Surlaw ]

Its power in a squashed holdall,       [Apsley ]

Impinges on the skull       [Surlaw ]

Ruining Ulysses' hull       [Apsley ]