The Spoonbill Generator

The Cork Coffins

This message to the nearly dead [Apsley]

Wakes up the almost living [chaise]

We can't endure the lies they spread [Roland]

But it surely does beat giving [Apsley]

Poppy-divers red. [loaf]

This missive to the hard of heart [Beefy ]

Arrests the fading liver [loaf]

Oh pour a drink to shut her up [chaise]

And set off in the flivver [Beefy ]

If the thing will start [Ethetran]

This curse upon the forked of tongue [Roland]

Splits many from the lively [chaise]

The slightest whiff of dingo dung [loaf]

Will force a rhyme contrively [Beefy ]

Vapoured in the lung [loaf]

This sermon to the holy choir [Kansas Sam]

That makes the layman livid [Roland]

Is tribute to the priest's desire [Beefy ]

That daily gets more vivid [Grayman]

Avoid eternal fire [jm]

Contributors: Apsley, chaise, Roland, loaf, Beefy, Ethetran, Kansas Sam, Grayman, jm.
Poem finished: 22nd January 2004 by Anon..