The Spoonbill Generator

That Memory of No-One

My eyes have grown too tired for seeing [N]

But memory is colored [F]

Clouded and confused [N]

Don't even ask about my peeing [F]

My legs have grown too weak for walking [N]

But these wheels can do the job [F]

Just stay away from stairs [N]

So, why are all the neighbors talking? [F]

My mind has grown too old for thinking [N]

But still I read the papers [F]

They never made much sense [N]

I think this poem now is stinking [please end me]

Contributors: N, F, please end me.
Poem finished: 20th August 2003.