Hi kids The delightful Debbie volunteered me at virtual gunpoint to post this week's verse. Problem is, I had a bit of a bad experience with poetry when I was 17 (blame Sylvia Plath), and ever since, I've never been able to take it seriously. So all I know are silly poems, like this one: A girl I once knew had a theory That she was of Irish descent Her name was Fionna O'Leary So I guess that she knew what she meant Fionna and I become lovers In a chapel one Sunday in Hull It wasn't that we were attracted It was just that the sermon was dull She loved me because I was honest I loved her because she was fat She shed thirty pounds so I slept around You can't get more honest than that The relationship finished with fireworks On March the fifth, just before nine If Guy Fawkes had been four months later This might be a better last line I hope this satisfies your craving for verse. Incidentally, on the seagull/eagle front, my hearing must be worse than I thought. I always assumed that Isobel was declaring her support for Liverpool Football Club: If there was a Friedel Would you love me as a Riedle? No, maybe not... Later, DAVID +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+