The Spoonbill Generator

Mr Leather Roasted Little Squid

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs [(trad)]

'Tis best to think of all your fav'rite things: [fester]

The sound of silk-clad thighs as legs are crossed [Beefy]

Though the offence may then be what is lost. [fester]

For what we lose, we gain betimes elsewhere, [Apsley]

Fair things may well turn foul, and foul things fair: [fester]

Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane [(trad)]

And madmen oftentimes are counted sane [P]

So drink, my kinsmen, to the God of Love! [Beefy]

As, doubtless, he to us in realms above ... [Roland]

Upon the ground, a squashed flat dove [melody]

From me will get a hefty kind of shove! [Apsley]

Contributors: (trad), fester, Beefy, Apsley, P, Roland, melody.
Poem finished: 13th May 2002.