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   From: rre@mla001.demon.co.uk   
      
   In message <38mprtF5nq9hjU1@individual.net>, Aunty Kreist   
    writes   
   >   
   >"Rob Evans"  wrote in message   
   >news:hyfIveHgdfJCFwtG@mla001.demon.co.uk...   
   >> In message , Robin Sommo   
   >>  writes   
   >> >   
   >> ><...>   
   >> >Shez >  writes   
   >> ><...>   
   >> >> >Dyslexics tend to be orally brilliant if they are confident people,   
   >> >> >though they do have a tendency to stutter or come out with the most   
   >> >> >amazing spoonerisms when tired...   
   >> ><...>   
   >> >   
   >> >Rob!  Post the poem!  You know, the one from the poster!  Please?  It's   
   >just   
   >> >so right!   
   >> >   
   >> Anything for you, ma'am.   
   >>   
   >> The Early Chicken Butters No Moss   
   >>   
   >> Maud has a wayward way with a word,   
   >> absurd and awkward aphorisms   
   >> are born bewildered when she speaks.   
   >>   
   >> She and the English language reach   
   >> for each other warily and finally,   
   >> when they touch, strange sparks fly free.   
   >>   
   >> For her, an itch in time saves none,   
   >> an ill wind blows a dog a bad bone   
   >> and a wise stone knows to roll its own.   
   >>   
   >> She'd never cross a bridge before it's burned,   
   >> she'd never leave a worm unturned   
   >> in her search for the unvanished truth.   
   >>   
   >> Her sole contribution to economic theory   
   >> is to say that the reckless spending of money   
   >> should be avoided . at any cost.   
   >>   
   >> If this woman were ever drowning,   
   >> downing for the third time, I swear   
   >> her whole loaf would flush before her thighs.   
   >>   
   >> Listen to her and, after a while,   
   >> the surreal becomes so real it starts   
   >> to make a terrible kind of sense.   
   >>   
   >> Maud, of course would disagree. She says:   
   >> storks and stains can break your brains   
   >> but words can never charm you.   
   >>   
   >> Rob   
   >>   
   >> --   
   >> Rob Evans   
   >> Poetry is the needle that pricks your finger.   
   >> Everything else is the haystack.   
   >   
   >That was very cute!   
   >   
   So is Maud.  Thank you.   
      
   Rob   
   --   
   Rob Evans   
   Poetry is the needle that pricks your finger.   
   Everything else is the haystack.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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