The Spoonbill Generator

We Wish You Joy Of Haggis

Before I close this inquest       [Roland]

Does any body here       [Beefy]

Remind you folk of Budapest       [Roland]

The middle of last year?       [Beefy]

That body may be rigid       [Apsley]

Or flexible as lead       [Roland]

One thing's for sure, it's frigid       [Beefy]

And ill behoves my bed       [Roland]

But in the proper setting       [Beefy]

With lights discreetly dim       [Roland]

Then, veiled with artful netting,       [Beefy]

And turned to South, a bit       [Helen Owly]

Rejigged by Kansas Slim       [Roland]

(Pedantic be to him)       [Helen Owly]

It shall be an exhibit       [Apsley]

In catalog three nine five       [WhizzoDust]

The which all men prohibit       [Apsley]

Lest pandemonoum thrive       [Beefy]

I challenge you to read it       [Dassn't Say]

Without a microscope       [Beefy]

And then receive your plaudits       [Apsley]

From Alexander Pope       [Beefy]

Who, in the proper lighting,       [Apsley]

With eyes discreetly veiled       [Roland]

Displayed the art of fighting       [Apsley]

And burned his mouth, a bit       [Roland]

But neither flinched nor quailed       [Beefy]

As it was all derailed       [Roland]

Contributors: Roland, Beefy, Apsley, Helen Owly, WhizzoDust, Dassn't Say.
Poem finished: 14th April 2005 by Beefy.