The Spoonbill Generator

This Is My Third Thumb

Please release me. Let me go       [F ]

To the local market-place       [Apsley ]

Where the silk and money flow       [Roland ]

And life achieves a gentler pace       [Beefy ]

A kind of eighteenth-century grace       [F ]

Invisible in ev'ry face       [Roland ]

Except to those who know       [Beefy ]

Please desert me. Let me free       [F ]

From your over-fervent grip       [Beefy ]

For your clutches bruise me. See?       [F ]

I swear I won't give you the slip       [Beefy ]

A kind of nineteenth-century blip       [loaf ]

If only you'll put down that whip       [F ]

What ecstasy 'twill be       [Beefy ]

Please unlock me. Let me out       [F ]

Of this house of ill-repute       [Beefy ]

(Which is crammed with rotting trout)       [Apsley ]

If you think me passing cute       [Beefy ]

In my humble birthday-suit       [Apsley ]

In gratitude I'll lick your boot       [F ]

And teach you how to pout       [Beefy ]

Contributors: F, Apsley, Roland, Beefy, loaf.
Poem finished: 21st December 2004 by F.