The Spoonbill Generator

Gloucestershire My Undiscovered Child

His elbow never faltered [Roland]

And so his course was set [TG]

Until his fate was altered [P]

By that jet [Roland]

The one he met [TG]

His gristle, disppointed [Roland]

By lack of Irish peat [TG]

And pickle, re-annointed [Roland]

Both left feet [TG]

Quite incomplete [Roland]

His scapula was shattered [TG]

His sternum lay in shards [Roland]

But really, all that mattered [TG]

Were the bard's [P]

Old Christmas-cards [Roland]

His eyeball held its purpose [P]

Its jelly, far from vile [Roland]

With its smooth and yielding surface [P]

And its guile [Roland]

oozed all the while [TG]

His nostril, resurrected [Roland]

Returned him to his course [TG]

But all his limbs, dissected [Roland]

By the force [P]

Caused his divorce [TG]

Contributors: Roland, TG, P.
Poem finished: 15th August 1997.