The Spoonbill Generator

Flames Coated With Heavy Penalties

The flames were gone, but, yet, a tiny ember       [will h ]

Glowed. You asked if we should breathe upon it       [F ]

To rekindle cooling passion. I remember       [will h ]

When you would serenade me with a sonnet       [Chevalier ]

But that was long ago and far away       [F ]

What once we had I shall forevere treasure       [Chevalier ]

-I love you still, but I cannot excuse       [will h ]

The many pangs and arrows beyond measure       [F ]

I'd be more kind if I were in your shoes       [Chevalier ]

But then, alas, the guys would think me gay       [F ]

Sizzling gazes turn to icy stares       [will h ]

Regrets, recriminations--souvenirs       [F ]

Your fickle nature caught me unawares       [Chevalier ]

Which explains why I now sip too many beers       [F ]

And cry until the dawning of the day       [Chevalier ]

Contributors: will h, F, Chevalier.
Poem finished: 11th February 2006 by F.