The Spoonbill Generator

Marinade Your Partner Daily

His passion was a restless sort [Apsley]

That often left him for a walk [fester]

And drank a meagre glass of port [dkb]

Before emitting such a squawk [Apsley]

His ardour was a gloomy type [dkb]

That talked morosely on a hike [fester]

Before announcing cut-price tripe [Apsley]

Should not be fed to hawk or shrike [dkb]

His feeling was a touchy kind [Apsley]

That sulked when going for a climb [fester]

Or licking dry a lemon rind [Apsley]

And saw no reason in a rhyme [fester]

His moods, it's true, were funny things [dkb]

They ran with nudges, jokes and winks [fester]

And knotted onions into strings [dkb]

While offering to buy them drinks [Beefy]

Contributors: Apsley, fester, dkb, Beefy.
Poem finished: 10th August 2001.