The Spoonbill Generator

Squeezing Another's Pocket

There's no adventure that's too fanciful [Fatty]

For a sailor and his kite, [Anastasia]

For the choirboy and the manciple [Roland]

Biting on a bag so white; [Apsley]

Biting on remote opinions [Roland]

Wrought from iron and from oak [Apsley]

For our parti-coloured minions [Roland]

Who must venerate the toque, [Apsley]

Yet the fireman loathes a champion [Roland]

And hates them one and all [Apsley]

In the attics where they're camping [Roland ]

With fat buttocks and a ball [Apsley]

Bouncing off his lame assertions [Roland]

Like a heifer in the shed [Apsley]

Crippled by its own exertions [Roland]

Till it crunch upon its head [Apsley]

Contributors: Fatty, Anastasia, Roland, Apsley.
Poem finished: 7th November 2000.