The Spoonbill Generator

Tempestuous Trousers of Thrace

Put yourself in your neighbour's shoes [Roland]

(Assuming that they fit) [TG]

Walk about in the local zoos [dkb]

And fidget just a bit [Apsley]

Well, here I am in Roland's shoes [Fatty]

Beside the lions' cage [loaf]

My feet hurt bad, but the real news [Fatty]

Is writ in blue and beige: [Roland]

His shoes are bad, but Roland's socks [Fatty]

Deserve the lion's share [Roland]

Close up, they can destroy vast rocks [Fatty]

And pacify the bear [Apsley]

But what's he doing anyway [H]

(Besides catching foot-rot)? [fester]

Reading Ernest Hemingway [Apsley]

Has made him hot to trot... [fester]

And so he fidgets, in his way, [Apsley]

Perspiring like a pig, [fester]

To find the magic overlay [Apsley]

That fits him like a wig [fester]

Better than a wig, in fact, [Apsley]

More like a second skin [Fatty]

That - for a second - has relaxed [fester]

To let the daylight in [Apsley]

Contributors: Roland, TG, dkb, Apsley, Fatty, loaf, H, fester.
Poem finished: 16th December 2000.