The Spoonbill Generator

Territorial Seas Revisited

No, Man IS an island

- off the coast of Surinam

Suave, in his rented paternity suit

Off the boat and on by tram

Woman is an ocean

Permanently wavy

Stinks, in her rancid maternity dress

Off the shelf, reeking of gravy.

Continent we may be

On the shelf, I dare not say

Stuck with our rusting eternity rings

As the night becomes the day

Contributors: Anon., P, Roland, TG, Bop.
Poem finished: 2nd March 1997.