From: slider@anashram.com   
      
   ### - methinks i once wrote a comic-ode about all this hehe :)))   
      
      
   Ode to a passing monster   
      
   Oh frankie, oh monster that we made   
   Our hands are torn and bleedin'   
    From all the work you made us do   
   While we were only sleepin'   
      
   You never made for easy life   
   And oil was your undoing   
   The pressures were exceeding great   
   The leaks were ever growing   
      
   And when in time you clanked your last   
   And fell you down to earth   
   We thought at least for one last great blast...   
   But pfffft was all we heard!   
      
   Ah monster-monster shining bright   
   By mortal minds all carved   
   Go 'gently' now into that night   
   'ere mankind gasps his last :)   
      
   (it made Randy, our resident poet at the time, smile anyway heh)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)