toms@syteka.UUCP (06/24/83)
As pass'd my unbelieving eyes Over again this dislpay screen I did begin anance to cry And soon I shall commence to scream For awful was the drivel there vomited The rhythms so jerky the rhymes so lame I wished to seee the world with bombs atomited so that the future would be without that one from whence they came Once in net.poems I read a little piece Which my heart did gladden, and did my lips to mile make (smile) My interest, yea, did so shortly cease with endless yapping of God and God far more than I can take Mjhauk with rhymes far worse than these Bad ideas brutally twisted to make a "poem" And now the birdman of Hocch-ptui flees Soddenly into the flaming golden Orb of the Sun and I want to go home It doesn't have to rhyme to be a poem, boys and girls, And just because it does doesn't mean it is, and often means it isn't, And these aren't, and I am afraid you are total squirrels, And please leave your notebooks home next time you come to visit. q