The Spoonbill Generator

The Fourth Alibi From The Left

Oh blessed fragment of the foam       [Roland ]

Whenas monastic choirs do roam       [Apsley ]

In tippets of extended song       [Roland ]

'Tis then the soul aspires to soar       [Apsley ]

Above the equinoctial roar       [Surlaw ]

And save itself the heady throng       [Apsley ]

Between the second and the third       [Roland ]

A microtone mimics a bird       [Apsley ]

In bakelite inedible       [Roland ]

'Tis then the soul aspires to weep       [Beefy ]

Through broken faith and shattered sleep       [Roland ]

Of dreams almost incredible       [Apsley ]

And 'twixt the former and the last       [Roland ]

In search of time that's long since passed       [Beefy ]

We banter out the autumn's chill       [Roland ]

Oh blessed they who relish life       [Beefy ]

For when such pessimism's rife       [Roland ]

The very universe takes ill       [Beefy ]

Contributors: Roland, Apsley, Surlaw, Beefy.
Poem finished: 29th June 2004 by Roland.