Subj: Re: Song Contest/limerick

Date: 98-01-07 17:33:41 EST

From: Tarak THB

To: erblist@beginners.net

After you see how I've corrupted your limerick idea with the following, I'm not sure you'll want any more contests.

A man onetime started a list,

All for ERB, that was the gist,

But he let all subscribe

Even those who imbibe

And often thereafter got pissed.

Some of the listers were vicious,

And some were merely suspicious,

Some liked to post

And others to boast

And a few were downright pernicious

One or two fought in marvelous splendor,

Like drunks in a lost weekender,

And one was in love

With a Princess above

Though reluctant to state his true gender.

And in August they all will have met,

Though the clearing will likely be wet,

For the battle will join

And the Ulsio is going

To be bottling all of the sweat.

And the listowner started to think

Even though he was named for a drink

Can I relax my rules

When we have some real fools

Who should be posting more to a shrink?

A barbarian stopped for awhile,

And he wrote in a savage style,

But whether Tawny or Honey

He's all out of money,

You can tell by the pusher's smile.

For he heard of those jackets for dust,

And was told that these were a must,

Now he's down on his luck,

And will end up like Huck,

Making ends meet, but pitifully just.

And he still has a raging thirst

For a Chessman DJ'd First

For nothing is fairer

To him than is Tara

And his heart is about to burst.

And though Predator continues to whine,

And enlists aid from Seven of Nine,

We all know he'll be beat

When the Dum-Dum will meet

And his family thereafter will pine.

Though the listmaster often is crossed,

Please make Dum-Dum, whatever the cost,

For how will we know

Where in hell we should go

Without you, we'd surely be lost.

Tarak