The Spoonbill Generator

Airworthy Kitchens

Dross of ages past is ours       [Apsley ]

Yet rightly not our own       [loaf ]

For it does not fill up the hours       [Apsley ]

That have already flown       [Roland ]

(Our epigrams we'll phone)       [F ]

Their flight knows neither peak nor trough       [Roland ]

And shuns the baking sun       [Apsley ]

'Tis neither 'on' nor wholly 'off'       [Roland ]

And sometimes 'two', not 'one'       [Apsley ]

(Our epitaphs are bone)       [Roland ]

One day soon we'll realise       [Chevalier ]

Obsession has no cause       [Roland ]

And, in that moment, realize       [Apsley ]

That 'lawmen' make no laws       [Helen Owly ]

(Our epithets of moan)       [Apsley ]

Envoi       [Roland ]

Pitch your hat into the fountain       [Apsley ]

An awful procession draws near       [Roland ]

Trudging to a nearby mountain       [Apsley ]

Mahomet is finally here       [Roland ]

Contributors: Apsley, loaf, Roland, F, Chevalier, Helen Owly.
Poem finished: 15th October 2005 by Anon..