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From: tim@alberta.UUCP (The Bonehead)
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Bonehead Pottery
Message-ID: <453@pembina.UUCP>
Date: 29 Jul 87 23:58
Organization: The Corporate Offices of Bonehead, Inc.
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This is our pome, which we rote on our home.

	    Ode to a greasy Urn.
	    --------------------

Oh Urn, Oh Urn, what did you have in you 
	that made you so greasy?
Did you have, for instance, a french
	fry?
Or what?
Did you have a piece of slime
	in you?
Did we for instance, four get 
	to shampoo our hairs?
Where are you, oh greasy Urn?
	
On a pedestal in a closet?

Or what?
Do you have a family?
With similar problems?
Or were you just born that whey?
Or what?

Oh but we harrass you so, oh Urn,
	 You must be tired of us,
	 With our tiresome queries....

Take, for instance, a field filled
	with a buttercup and small children,
	with runny noses, and a crow,
	eating a corn, and a purple stocking
	stuck in a tree. 

Is this what you look like, oh Urn?
No, we didn't think so.
Or what?   Or what...  (sigh)

Take, for instance, a PC leadership convention 
	with ice cream on top,
	a pepper in your nose,
	and lollipops stuck to your foot,
	and a small ant on a chain.

Is this what you pine for, oh Urn?
Or do you wish you were asleep?
Do you have a nasty time
	fitting into, for instance,
	a running shoe?

Take, for instance, a bare bodkin,
	a black hare, too closely cropped,
	or a small blind man:
Who would you help first?

We knew you would!

Oh Urn, Oh Urn, Oh Urn, atchoo.
We don't know whither came your grease,
nor and whither shall it go.
And this is where our pome shall cease.

P.S. for a pome, this is all right.

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 And now, for a musical interlude:

(Sung partially to the tune of "Swanny River")

Whey down apon the slimy river..
Far, far a whey.
I met my bough and quiver,
floating in the Hudson's Bhey.

Now I write this little tune,
with lots of style and stuff.
And if you can't stand it,
Then you can sl_me right off!  Hey!!
	
Why can not you be leave me,
with all these fancy words.
I guess you have to be quite silly,
ouch!

  William Shakespeare Bonehead The one and only pote.

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By the whey, don't listen to our Mother!  She lives in
a home, and knits doilies all day long!
-- 

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