The Spoonbill Generator

Dancing Peculiar

My dear Professor, listen [TG]

As isotopes decay [Roland]

Beneath your very gaze [P]

They fizzle quite away [Roland]

Like thoughts of foam [P]

Now there'll be hell to pay! [TG]

You've squandered every atom [P]

Your ancestors passed down [Roland]

Regardless of its weight [P]

And heedless of renown [TG]

They lead to Rome [Roland]

Now give me back my gown! [TG]

Contributors: TG, Roland, P.
Poem finished: 13th February 2000.