The Spoonbill Generator

The Tartan Cow Trap

There was a young man from Nantucket       [F ]

Whose head resembled a bucket       [Ben ]

His hurricane jaw       [Roland ]

was skinned and red raw       [Nigel Sly ]

Which pious folk rightly deplore       [Roland ]

So then this young man form Nantucket       [emmaweesle ]

Are you going to just say Phuket?       [Nigel Sly ]

Set out all alone       [Chevalier ]

with a hint of groan       [Daelm ]

That turned ev'ry list'ner to stone       [Roland ]

He carried himself so majestic       [wolis ]

That rarely he scraped his left testic       [Helen Owly ]

Yet poise yields its pain       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

In the body and brain       [Ethetran ]

Until we're all driven insane       [Roland ]

Contributors: F, Ben, Roland, Nigel Sly, emmaweesle, Chevalier, Daelm, wolis, Helen Owly, Arnold the Sly Ape, Ethetran.
Poem finished: 23rd October 2005 by F.