The Spoonbill Generator

Otherworldly Newsagent With Or Without Croutons

A surgeon addicted to soup [loaf]

Recorded himself on a loop [Apsley]

He kept saying 'More' [Roland]

Till the chef declared war [Beefy ]

And brought out his tiniest scoop: [loaf]

"You'll get no more soup here today!" [Beefy ]

Unless you are willing to pay [Anon.]

Two hundred per cent [Beefy ]

And then to relent [loaf]

By adding a 'Please' to your bray [Kansas Sam]

"More croutons!" the surgeon replied [loaf]

But the wily old chef had just lied - [Apsley]

"You'll forfeit your job, [Roland]

You greedy old slob [PeterWRC]

From the depths of the vanishing tide" [Apsley]

At this point the surgeon let fly [Beefy ]

Malignant disdain in his eye [Roland]

He clobbered the cook [Beefy ]

With a cookery book [Grayman]

And the crust from a Cumberland pie [Beefy ]

At this, his employers took note [loaf]

They rushed him to Ear, Nose and Throat [Beefy ]

They tore out his tongue [Roland]

And took out his best lung [Kansas Sam]

And christened him Denizen Groat [Apsley]

The rest of the tale you can guess [Beefy ]

The poor bloke's a bit of a mess [Grayman]

He's forfeit his post [Roland]

To the friend of a ghost [Apsley]

So much for the new NHS [Beefy ]

Contributors: loaf, Apsley, Roland, Beefy, Kansas Sam, PeterWRC, Grayman.
Poem finished: 26th March 2004 by Anon..