The Spoonbill Generator

Tundra Nightmares

Woolly mammoth, now unravelled [Roland]

By the kind of beast who travelled [Apsley]

Shaggy with his yarn [Roland]

Into the lower barn, [Apsley]

Sabre tooth, nought but a denture [Roland]

From an old elitist venture: [Apsley]

Weatherbitten, gashed [loaf]

But by serpent unlashed, [Apsley]

Ammonite, no dawn ensuing [Roland]

To reveal the ill we're doing - [Apsley]

Dark in its despair [loaf]

And most unruly hair [Apsley]

Contributors: Roland, Apsley, loaf.
Poem finished: 22nd January 2002.