The Spoonbill Generator

Omicron Froat

My usual muse has gone for good [Apsley]

So will you be her stand-in? [Surlaw]

The epithet was her delight [Apsley]

Yet failed to slake her appetite [Surlaw]

For Colonel Edgar Brandin [Apsley]

So if you felt you really could [Surlaw]

Bewitch me quite completely [Apsley]

I should redeem my former sloth [Surlaw]

(The which did irritate you both) [Apsley]

And gambol less effetely [Surlaw]

You do not need poetic skills [Shipp]

(So that, then, lets us enter) [Apsley]

Unless obsessed by Gunga Din [Surlaw]

And that old rusty metal tin [Apsley]

And such impedimenta [Surlaw]

I think you're one who'll make the mould [Apsley]

From which I'll do my casting [Surlaw]

But just don't do what you are told [Apsley]

Until you trade the endless cold [Surlaw]

For burning everlasting [Apsley]

Contributors: Apsley, Surlaw, Shipp.
Poem finished: 22nd January 2004 by Anon..