The Spoonbill Generator

Pancreatic Recreations

Her bashfulness, though not innate [Surlaw]

Can several fetishes quite sate, [Apsley]

The matador declared [Surlaw]

But he was mother to a sow [Apsley]

And uncle to the Holy Cow [Surlaw]

That sat and simply stared [Apsley]

Infractions, on the Villlage Green [Surlaw]

Quite close to here, upset a bean [Apsley]

Athwart the cauldron's brink [Surlaw]

She hesitated, then threw out [Apsley]

Each vestige of her former doubt [Surlaw]

Into a pool of Ink [Apsley]

Yet why condemn the mirror's gaze? [Surlaw]

Why write sonnets on the beize? [Apsley]

Why regret the end of days? [Shipp]

Contributors: Surlaw, Apsley, Shipp.
Poem finished: 16th November 2001.