The Spoonbill Generator

Cufflinks Fascinate Nobody Except Rasputin

Gone from here, by twenty leagues,       [Apsley ]

And then by twenty more       [Roland ]

Three midgets clad in blue fatigues       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

Are settling the score       [Roland ]

A popgun each the warriors wield       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

And halberds eek galore       [Apsley ]

Of tiny scale; a hub-cap shield       [loaf ]

Is what completes the score,       [Apsley ]

As I have said before       [loaf ]

Fancy free, or so they say,       [Apsley ]

In accents broad and wild       [loaf ]

Is how these midgets pave their way       [Apsley ]

So often unbeguiled       [loaf ]

By tigers, cougars, cats and stoats       [Apsley ]

By aubergine and swede       [loaf ]

Of any kind; a furry coat       [Apsley ]

Will add the 's' it needs       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

When Kana intercedes       [loaf ]

To Kana raise we Joy and Peace       [Apsley ]

While hooting like an owl       [loaf ]

And then we raise the Golden Fleece       [Apsley ]

In likeness of a towel       [loaf ]

'Til Squidward's krabby gob complains       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

Of nothing much, or so       [Apsley ]

The poet says; though not insane       [loaf ]

It's time that he should Go       [Apsley ]

And leave those in the know.       [loaf ]

Contributors: Apsley, Roland, Arnold the Sly Ape, loaf.
Poem finished: 13th November 2005 by Apsley.