The Spoonbill Generator

Shake My Garnish

Let us go then, you and I, [Carl "T.S." Marks]

For this evening I have a longing for pie, [kidlacan]

Whose scent like incense, doth perfume the sky. [Stacy Alexander]

Until the rat gnaws. [Apsley]

But who cares about that rat, [jamesy]

Or where its alley, [dkb]

Dank and foul, [Apsley]

Eroding my idyllic dreams of pie! [jamesy]

Let us go then, to the fair, [Stacy Alexander]

There may well be pie made of hair [Carl Marks]

The lovelorn seek their fortunes there. [kidlacan]

like a chime a-mending; with terms unsquared. [Stacy Alexander]

But who cares about the chime [Beefy]

I use my watch to tell the time! [Stacy Alexander]

And if it worked [fester]

I would know whether I was late or not [Grayman]

Contributors: Carl 'T.S.' Marks, kidlacan, Stacy Alexander, Apsley, jamesy, dkb, Carl Marks, Beefy, fester, Grayman.
Poem finished: 19th November 2002.