Addictive, ain't it?
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread, and Thou-
sand Island Dressing. Pampers. Puppy Chow.
By the shores of Gitchee Gumee
(Strike that. Dr. Seuss will sue me.)
Bush Approves Oil Drilling in Alaska Reserve
Piping down the valleys wild
makes Republicans reviled.
After the Cookoff
There was a roaring in the wind all night;
but we'd enjoyed that chili, every bite.
Because I could not stop for Death,
I fixed him up with Great-Aunt Beth.
Awake from your slumber! Arise from your sleep!
And next week my sermon will not be so deep.
We're sons of Californ-i-a, fair mistress of the sea,
so on the roads we hail each other truly: "S.O.B.!"
They flee from me that sometime did me seek.
My dotcom's bankrupt. Now I'm just a geek.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
requires a substance that's been banned.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
for I'd been passing wind aloud.
Herds Linked to BSE Destroyed
What passing-bells for those who die as cattle?
, stupid! Stop your brainless prattle!"
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
leaves WASH ME and a smiley in the grit.
[This message has been edited by Julie Stoner (edited January 13, 2004).]