The Spoonbill Generator

Heavier Than Hymnodists

BNW, dreaded term, infects my thought [Apsley]

I hate to report [Surlaw]

And scrambles it to [Apsley]

The texture of glue [Surlaw]

Which quite explains [Shipp]

The state of my brains. [Surlaw]

QWB, hated phrase, takes hold my heart [Apsley]

I dread to impart [Surlaw]

Just to whose to whom [Apsley]

Infest the back room [Surlaw]

And eat my tarts [Apsley]

And my private parts [Surlaw]

CSA, loathed name, makes rot my feet [Apsley]

I fear to repeat [Surlaw]

Its syllables three [Apsley]

Its A, S and C [Surlaw]

Makes me shiver [Apsley]

From lobe to liver [Surlaw]

JBO, triad dire, constricts my sleep [Apsley]

And thus away I creep ... [Surlaw]

Contributors: Apsley, Surlaw, Shipp.
Poem finished: 22nd January 2002.