From: edwardbelsky@worldnet.att.net   
      
   What a wonderful poem.  I think I know who 'Parsnip' is, but his name is a   
   "Jeopardy"-pedantry next to the poem.  And where   
   would all be without chimerae?   
   ED   
    wrote in message   
   news:1172039243.440392.32990@s48g2000cws.googlegroups.com...   
   > (surely not Pimpernell)   
   >   
   >   You   
   >   
   > Really, must you,   
   > Overfamiliar   
   > Dense companion,   
   > Be there always?   
   > The bond between us   
   > Is chimerical, surely:   
   > Yet I cannot break it.   
   >   
   > Must I, born for   
   > Sacred play,   
   > Turn base mechanic   
   > So you may worship   
   > Your secular bread   
   > With no sense   
   > Of the value of time?   
   >   
   > Thus far I have seen your   
   > Character only   
   > >From its pleasanter side,   
   > But you know I know   
   > A day will come   
   > When you grow savage   
   > And hurt me badly.   
   >   
   > Totally stupid?   
   > Would that you were!   
   > But, no, you plague me   
   > With tastes I was fool enough   
   > Once to believe in:   
   > Bah, blockhead,   
   > I know where you learned them.   
   >   
   > Can I trust you even   
   > On creaturely facts?   
   > I suspect strongly   
   > You hold some dogma   
   > Of Positive Truth   
   > And feed me fictions:   
   > I shall never prove it.   
   >   
   > Oh, I know how you came by   
   > A sinner's cranium,   
   > How between two glaciers   
   > The master-chronometer   
   > Of an innocent primate   
   > Altered its tempi:   
   > That explains nothing.   
   >   
   > Who tinkered and why?   
   > Why am I certain,   
   > Whatever your faults are,   
   > The fault is mine?   
   > Why is loneliness not   
   > A chemical discomfort,   
   > Nor Being a smell?   
   >   
   >   
   > c/o   
   > B.   
   >   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)