The Spoonbill Generator

Bite-sized Granules Of Compassionate Crunchiness

I think she may be going mad       [F ]

And who is there to blame?       [N ]

Fate? Genes? Herself? Her mother or her dad?       [F ]

Or her "best friend" who sullied her good name?       [Beefy ]

I think she may be on the edge       [F ]

And who will calm her down?       [Beefy ]

The pharmacist? The priest? The man who prunes the hedge?       [N ]

That drunk under the overpass downtown?       [F ]

I think she may be losing it       [Beefy ]

And who can help her now?       [N ]

A shaman or some quack? That late night TV wit?       [F ]

I fear that she's beyond our help, poor cow       [Beefy ]

Contributors: F, N, Beefy.
Poem finished: 8th September 2004 by F.