Oh dear!
I could have sworn
that I saw Clive
had posted double!

What will folks think?!
The shame!
The scorn!
I'm in a heap of trouble!

T'was not your double vision, Poo--
Clive's post was duplicated,
but Mother Techie with her broom
deftly eliminated
the scattered useless residue,
as other moms are wont to do,
when children leave a messy room;
in fact: administrated.

CT

Well, said, O Clive, but you neglect to mention:
Though techie hotlines seem of little use,
There's nothing hotter, if you like abuse--
So say the connoisseurs of condescension.

That's very true,
Chris W,
I've heard that if you're keen
on SM hell
phone AOL
for help with your machine.

and what's this - posting double - me?
how could such things such things things be
me - posting double? what's this? me
me posting double - such things be?

I think that someone should combine
a tech and suicide hotline.
That way folks who give support
and blithely say, "Abort! Abort!"
could quickly add before you do't,
"I meant to say, 'Reboot! Reboot!'"

"Reboot" you say?
Okay, I will.
Though I just took
the damn things off!

(...and I'll gather up my whips and chains
before he has a chance to scoff)

Pua, when I said "reboot,"
I did not mean galoshes.
Nor did I mean you to impute
I asked for chains or lashes.

I told you that I'm partial for
the gentle, nay, the lamb-like.
I don't like things that make me sore.
In truth, that's what I am like.


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<h4>“What comes first...?”</h4>
Oh, it is the chicken that comes first,
Before the egging (the laying on of worst

Impressions ill-rehearsed
And quickly versed

But highly stressed)—
When bowels burst,

It cackles, cackles, having forced
A motherload of wit—

Through clenching muscles,
Sprayed corpuscles

Of shit-
Heads will roll

Rather droll
Down textured shells

Once white,
Now sluiced

By ne'er-do-wells'
“Holy writ.”

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Oh, it is the egg—those golden eggs!—
That makes a chicken

Hawk the wares between its legs
Unawares: moonstricken

By the lump
Under its rump,

It crows around the clock—
Even though the hen-house begs

For peace, it crows around the clock—
Of stretching sphincters

And golden ventures—
But doesn't know that it's a cock.

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[This message has been edited by Curtis Gale Weeks (edited January 20, 2002).]

Which came first - the chicken or the egg?
The answer can be found in Darwin's theories.
Since fish preceded hens by several eons,
the egg came first. Now - any other queries?

There once was a passionate maid
whose morals had so far decayed
that she tickled a rooster
until he seduced her
and staggered away with an egg

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