The Spoonbill Generator

We Can All Escape From This Hotel

Clutching and screaming they summoned you hither       [Barry Foster ]

Primping and preening you dithered alone       [jm ]

Wielding a single, old-fashioned trombone       [loaf ]

An oboe, a harp, a handcrafted zither       [F ]

A smurf guitar you should have outgrown       [jm ]

Standing there clutching your tools of annoyment       [Kansas Sam ]

Silently gasping in outward distress       [loaf ]

Longing to augment your musical mess       [Kansas Sam ]

She does all she can to curtail your enjoyment       [loaf ]

While you insist at times more is less       [F ]

Under the arches the strain is tremendous       [loaf ]

Everything turns on the roll of the dice       [Chevalier ]

Love on the rocks and tequila on ice       [loaf ]

There is nothing, my lads, quite as stupendous       [F ]

As catching the moment when men become mice       [Chevalier ]

Contributors: Barry Foster, jm, loaf, F, Kansas Sam, Chevalier.
Poem finished: 23rd February 2006 by F.