The Spoonbill Generator

Our Road Is Hardly Justified

Put me through the paper shredder       [F ]

Trash my verses one by one       [loaf ]

Say I'm bad and won't get better       [F ]

'Til the human race is run       [loaf ]

Tell my father and my mother       [Chevalier ]

How I tied myself in knots       [loaf ]

And was whipped by my own brother       [F ]

What a tragic pair of tots       [Chevalier ]

Call me repulsive, say I'm scum       [F ]

Mock my poems line by line       [loaf ]

Call me mute and claim I'm dumb       [Helen Owly ]

That, my dear, suits me just fine       [loaf ]

Contributors: F, loaf, Chevalier, Helen Owly.
Poem finished: 24th February 2006 by Chevalier.