The Spoonbill Generator

Heave Aside Our Plundering Pharoah

At seven Gs       [Roland ]

On seven Cs       [Apsley ]

The pirates ran amok       [Roland ]

And who could blame them - in their fright -       [Apsley ]

For getting somewhat stuck       [Roland ]

On that dark night?       [Apsley ]

At seven bells       [Chevalier ]

The seven smells       [Apsley ]

Dismay each passing tram       [Roland ]

And near derail them - with despair -       [Apsley ]

For with that reeking dram       [Roland ]

We wash our hair       [Apsley ]

Envoi       [Roland ]

To the burghers of Prague       [Apsley ]

I bid my adieux       [The Empty Vest ]

And turn to The Hague       [Apsley ]

Where the folk hate my views       [Roland ]

Contributors: Roland, Apsley, Chevalier, The Empty Vest.
Poem finished: 18th July 2005 by Apsley.