The Spoonbill Generator

Thus Spake the Dingo Baker

A thimble, filled with tepid brine [Roland]

Is your ideal, but not, though, mine; [Apsley]

In my requirements, piping hot [Roland]

Ammonia might top the lot. [dkb]

As to pewter, bronze and zinc, [Apsley]

You like them far too much, I think [loaf]

The baser elements, for me, [Beefy]

Are just not quite my cup of tea [fester]

A thimble charged with astatine [loaf]

From all my teeth takes off the sheen: [Apsley]

The molar bright, the canine dim [Roland]

And all my fillings shed a shim. [dkb]

As to sulphur, carbon, gold [Roland]

No torch to them I rightly hold [Apsley]

Contributors: Roland, Apsley, dkb, loaf, Beefy, fester.
Poem finished: 15th March 2002.