The Spoonbill Generator

Laundanum Language

'Ulalume, ulalume,' said Edgar Allan Poe [F]

He often said that sort of thing, I thought you ought to know [Padfoot]

'Nevermore, nevermore,' he'd oft reiterate [F]

In a very spooky tale about a man, a bird and fate [Padfoot]

He ushered in a nouvelle vague, all for the love of God [Beefy ]

And descended us into the crypt, for a cask of Amantillad' [jm]

Mad? Why say you that? Doth your heart beat so loud? [chaise]

True, walking downRue Morgue can leave you just a little cowed [Beefy ]

But opium, he claimed, will unfetter your soul [F]

Darkness and decay - let the Red Death roll [chaise]

Steer clear of pits and pendulums, and guard your every breath [Beefy ]

Or you may meet a nineteenth-century gothic kind of death [F]

Contributors: F, Padfoot, Beefy, jm, chaise.
Poem finished: 17th January 2004 by Anon..