The Spoonbill Generator

Not Their Fault At All, Really

When down-and-outs start trading shins [loaf]

And thrusting out their pointed chins [F]

Dispute the ownership of bins [P]

Routinely [loaf]

Then we who live our lives in fear [P]

Of owning pictures by Vermeer [loaf]

Or swilling down the foaming beer [F]

Obscenely [N]

Contributors: loaf, F, P, N.
Poem finished: 2nd October 2003.