The Spoonbill Generator

Ghent Is Abandoned Now, So Gloucester Weeps

My salad days were mainly spent       [Apsley ]

Across the sands of Dee       [(trad) ]

Where spirits were not tightly pent       [Apsley ]

On any milkmaid's knee       [Roland ]

Were she a Navajo or Cree       [F ]

From Gloucester or from Ghent       [Roland ]

They told me of a ship that wrecked       [Apsley ]

Among the reefs of Elle       [Roland ]

Where hordes of brigands roam unchecked       [Chevalier ]

Despite the frightful smell       [Roland ]

That beckoned, coyly, down to Hell       [Apsley ]

In style uncircumspect       [Roland ]

They told me of its cargo bold       [Apsley ]

Athwart the lawns of Kew       [Roland ]

Where stories ever are unrolled       [Apsley ]

(What else is there to do?)       [Roland ]

The held, I heard, held Dinty stew       [Helen Owly ]

And kept it quaint from mould       [Apsley ]

Contributors: Apsley, (trad), Roland, F, Chevalier, Helen Owly.
Poem finished: 11th October 2005 by Surlaw.