The Spoonbill Generator

Explode, My Foot!

Give me a piece of hoary old leather! [The Agent Apsley]

It'll keep my nose dry whatever the weather [fester]

And be bait for sharks when we're fishing together [madge]

Or serve as a seat when we're out in the heather [fester]

It'll bring quite a smile to the lips of the dentists [Apsley]

Supplying the needs of the hundred-per-cent-ists! [E Greejius]

I like to walk in terrible weather [Apsley]

Sou'wester adorned with a peacock feather [Grayman]

Into the storm that Thebes surrounds [Apsley]

En epatant les bourgeois and snapping my tether [E Greejius]

As only mice can that live on the ocean [Apsley]

With native aplomb. An implausible notion? [E Greejius]

Hold back the storm, gather the heather! [Apsley]

Fighting the call from the world of the nether [Grayman]

Emboldens the weak and girds up the moonstruck [Apsley]

Slapping their sides as they ride hell-for-leather [TG]

Into the pond once conveyed to a green duck [Apsley]

A new house by the seaside complete with blue bunks [fester]

Contributors: The Agent Apsley, fester, madge, Apsley, E Greejius, Grayman, TG.
Poem finished: 3rd April 2000.