The Spoonbill Generator

The Lost Banter

Thou, pollen, art my nemesis       [loaf]

And I shall be thy Muse       [Apsley]

With Ipecac my emesis       [Kevin Andrew Murphy]

That's why I sing the blues       [Chevalier]

That's why I sneeze the fol-de-rol       [loaf]

And do so every day       [Apsley]

(Each afternoon I crawl the hall.)       [will h]

My fever is of hay.       [Kevin Andrew Murphy]

Small, thou art, but powerful       [Apsley]

The bee thine only foe       [loaf]

And, when it is most flowerful,       [Apsley]

The honey then doth flow       [loaf]

My eyes, astream with cataracts,       [Apsley]

My neb, aswill with phlegm       [loaf]

That, though just like tesseracts,       [Apsley]

Is less benign than them       [loaf]

Thou particle of purulence,       [Apsley]

Sly venefice of Ver       [Kevin Andrew Murphy]

And union of virulence       [Apsley]

I wish you'd go elsewhere       [Chevalier]

Contributors: loaf, Apsley, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Chevalier, will h.
Poem finished: 20th June 2006 by loaf.