The Spoonbill Generator


Particularly pleasing was the scent of new-cropped straw [Apsley]

I dropped my jaw [Beefy]

Earthwards [Apsley]

And when the wine first hit my tongue I clearly tasted grass [fester]

Upon my class [Apsley]

And gourds [dkb]

Clattered loudly onto a bleak ceramic tiled floor [Apsley]

And hit my jaw [fester]

Like swords [dkb]

Contributors: Apsley, Beefy, fester, dkb.
Poem finished: 22nd September 2001.