Julie Stoner and Alicia started this...but how are we ever going to finish it?

Hypothesis One

If I were loved as I desire to be,
would we still need a full-time referee?

Hypothesis Two

Had I been some young sailor, continent,
my child, I fear you'd be a non-event.

Hypothesis Three

Of course there's always a last everything—
last gas, last word, and thank God, one last fling.

Hypothesis Four

"I am the great sun, but you do not see me"?
If only that had scanned g.d. i.p.



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Terese:

After "Hypothesis Two" you closed the bold tag wrong, placing the slash behind the "b" istead of before it. Go to edit and fix that, and all will be well.

(robt)

Oops. Thanks to both Robt and Mike for the correction on the bolding.

Shall we tell Mike he misspelled "Ayn Rand"? shhhhhhhhhh

(robt)

Thank you, Robert. Fact is, I have always tended to confuse Ayn Rand and Jayne Mansfield - Jayne was a much better writer, but Ayn had that sexuality that turned some men into living robots - and it appears to have affected my spelling.

Michael

Gawd, Michael, there's GOT to be a poem in that....

(robt)

WILL WE EVER BE DONNE WITH THESE?

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, ere tailgaters caused our brains to fry?

and, new evidence indicating the tailgater has been around even longer than previously thought...
This extract, found in the margin of a Beowulf manuscript; presumably the scribe was in his cups...

TO FELA MEAD?

Hwæt! Wé Gárdena . . . in géardagum
Oft in meadohealle sæton . . . fintageata singan

[fintageata from finta (tail), gatu (gate)


translation:

TOO MUCH MEAD?

Listen! We Spear Danes . . . in days of old
Often sat in the meadhall . . . tailgaters singing

Sorry - double-posted,

[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited February 25, 2004).]

Marion

I think you mistranslated that one.

TOO MUCH MEAD - TOO CLOSE TO THE FIRE!

Listen! We Singed Danes in days of old
Often sat in the meadhall spearing tailgaters.

Tailgaters refering to poets who wrote the damn things...

Sorry, Marion, but this laconic inscription, found on a stele at the peak of a narrow mountain pass in Macedonia, antedates Beowulf by over one thousand years:

Here lie a thousand Lacedaemonians
Who wrote a thousand thousand tailgaters.



[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited February 25, 2004).]