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   XPost: alt.magick   
   From: Aunty_Kreist@satanickittens.net   
      
   "Pertial"  wrote in message   
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   > "Aunty Kreist"  wrote in message   
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   > > "Pertial"  wrote in message   
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   > >> > Why don't you leave the old woman alone, and come after someone who   
   is   
   > > your   
   > >> > own age?  Lets play.   
   > >> > Pip   
   > >>   
   > >> Doubt Rob is coming after anyone.   
   > >> Rob, don't you come before most?   
   > >> I'd thought it your choice in women.  :)   
   > >>   
   > >> Whatcha wanna play, Pip?   
   > >>   
   > >> Limericks?   
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   > >> I knew an old crone that would drone   
   > >> on and on as she'd chew on the bone   
   > >>    that she stirred in her caldron,   
   > >>    mug like Karl Malden,   
   > >> she cried in her room all alone.  :(   
   > >>   
   > >>   
   > >> P   
   > >   
   > > And I knew a man that will and can   
   > > act out in the most silly way   
   > > he blustered and cried   
   > > and he dared and he tried   
   > > to get witches to come out and play   
   >   
   > And when all the witches came out   
   > they sputtered, and whined as they'd pout   
   >     that their spells didn't work   
   >     and it wasn't a quirk   
   > since the poets had kindled their doubt.   
   >   
   > Confused and confounded they cried   
   > till the rivers of magick had dried   
   >     in the gullys of shame   
   >     that were etched with the names   
   > of all the magicians that tried.   
   >   
   > But huff and good puff as they might   
   > their spells just fell flat in the night.   
   >    So the poets went home   
   >    and quietly combed   
   > their cat, and continued to write.   
      
   But hark! What's that noise   
   Cried the poetry boys   
   The Toms and the Robs and the Perts;   
   Sounds like a fierce demon   
   and they all took to screamin,   
   scairt of the coarse cackling outside.   
      
   They through open the shutter   
   with bellies aflutter   
   and saw an amazing sight   
      
   There were witches a flight   
   on a cold winter's night   
   come to take our poor boys away   
      
   To resist such temptation   
   to sanely ration   
   that poets and witches don't mix   
   What the hell said the boys, and joined in the noise   
   ....Even poets sometimes need their kicks.   
      
   :)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)