The Spoonbill Generator

Scurvy and Varlets

I challenge you now with my sword
To the death! (well I'm really quite bored) [N]

You scurvy rapscallion, you! [F]

I vow to run you right through [N]

But first let me call my shrink [F]

Her number's on speed-dial, I think [N]

Unhand me, you varlet. Oh, Zounds! [F]

I think they just let out the hounds [Anon.]

I'm having a panic attack!!! [F]

Please, everbody, step back! [N]

I'm better now, thank you. To arms! [F]

I'll engage you with all my charms [N]

Where was I? Oh, yes - Prenez Garde! [Beefy ]

Ah screw it! This is much too hard. [Karin]

Contributors: N, F, Beefy, Karin.
Poem finished: 21st August 2003.