The Spoonbill Generator

When Leaves Turn

Surely she was never real       [olaf ]

Nor Scottish to the core       [Apsley ]

Nor stout as any new-born eel       [olaf ]

Which dances at the door       [Chevalier ]

Which dances at the break of day       [olaf ]

And dances on and on       [Apsley ]

Until the sky has gone away       [olaf ]

And all the land has gone       [Chevalier ]

Beyond our ken       [Apsley ]

Contributors: olaf, Apsley, Chevalier.
Poem finished: 28th February 2007 by Surlaw.