ix222 (12/08/82)
The muses know that time spent writing poetry is time wasted, let alone time spent writing real doggerel like my present brilliant offering, but as we all know this sort of intellectual masturbation releases pent-up cathexes better than est or anything... ------------- The poetess unfurls her soul And hoists it in the gloaming She there awaits the critics great Tails up and mouths foaming The critics all heave high the pall That together they must bury And sigh collectively for the -- Days of Peter Paul and Mary Rhyme and meter, for wine, a liter They would trade without a flinch Writing well's a pain of course But reviewing is a cinch. :-) steve sdcsvax;sdccsu3;ix222