The Spoonbill Generator

Sing Soprano Like They're Sniffing

A venerated halibut consecrated mass [Apsley]

After mass of shellfish and octopi [erie]

Whose pious hope was doomed, alas, [Beefy]

At the thought of Friday's fish-fry [erie]

The censer was not hotter than the sun's hot core [Apsley]

Yet smelled more pungent than a priestly fart [erie]

When friars gather by the door [Beefy]

In their rush to get art [Grayman]

Contributors: Apsley, erie, Beefy, Grayman.
Poem finished: 1st June 2004 by Beefy.