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From: gordon@uw-june
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: Jabberpointless
Message-ID: <1642@uw-june>
Date: Sat, 23-Jun-84 23:58:48 EDT
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Posted: Sat Jun 23 23:58:48 1984
Date-Received: Thu, 28-Jun-84 04:37:34 EDT
Organization: U. Washington, Computer Sci
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'Twas Twillet, and the driving toads
Did jump and hobble in the rain,
All grimy were the horror nodes,
And don't forget the train.

"Look out for rising stocks!" he cried,
"For ITT and Vanderbox!"
The news was heard, and all were told
of sour cream, and lox.

And so the purple cow set out
in dark and stormy weather,
To find out what the old man meant
when he referred to heather.

Rememb'ring back to days gone by
And list'ning to the coot,
he stared with wistful, dewy eye,
Upon a chestnut root.

At last the answer came to he,
A'riding in a caddy,
It got out, shook his hand with glee,
And shouted, "Come on, daddy!"

At this point things got rather strange,
The answer jumped about,
And cried, "the author is deranged!"
And then it just passed out.

'Twas Twillet, and the driving toads,
Did jump and hobble in the rain,
All grimy were the horror nodes,
And don't forget the train.

   I know, I know, but please don't flame me.  It's late, and I
couln't stop myself once I'd started.


Human:  Jamie Green @ Gordon's Account
UUCP:   {ihnp4,decvax,tektronix}!uw-beaver!uw-june!gordon
ARPA:   gordon@uw-june

P.S.  I know, I know, it's not late.  It just seems that way.
P.P.S.  And don't worry, you won't have to read any more of
        these, this was the first and the last.
P.P.P.S.  But at least it metered right, not like that strange
          cow poem we had a while ago.
P.P.P.P.S.  Aren't these getting a bit redundant?