The Spoonbill Generator

Packed Without Any Discernible Entropy

The last was gone before its hour       [Roland ]

And back in seconds three       [Apsley ]

To complement the lack of space       [Roland ]

And blessÚd trinity       [Apsley ]

That, when the first was scarcely born       [Roland ]

As portion of a rat,       [Apsley ]

It stretched, unlike an uncle's face       [Roland ]

Seen by an acrobat       [Apsley ]

When all is lost before its time       [Roland ]

But back before the dawn       [Apsley ]

When giant weevils ruled the earth       [Chevalier ]

And man was yet unborn       [Roland ]

The world was shaped with molten fire       [Chevalier ]

And quenched with tepid bile       [Roland ]

And, in this cataclysm, mirth       [Apsley ]

Was not esteemed so vile.       [Roland ]


Contributors: Roland, Apsley, Chevalier.
Poem finished: 21st September 2005 by F.