Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2005 22:29:33 -0800
Reply-To: Robert Fisher <refisher@MCHSI.COM>
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From: Robert Fisher <refisher@MCHSI.COM>
Subject: Re: Fw: Speaking of...
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Well I reckon I walked right into that one, eh? : )
Cya,
Robert
----- Original Message -----
From: "Joel Walker" <jwalker17@EARTHLINK.NET>
To: <vanagon@GERRY.VANAGON.COM>
Sent: Friday, January 14, 2005 5:36 PM
Subject: Fw: Speaking of...
>> Friday, er, Fryeday (Frydaye?)- where the heck is everybody? Things
>> have been mighty slow since the clampdown, it seems. That's how it
>> works, y'know... take the villain out of the story it gets boring
>> pretty quick. I'd almost welcome yet another @&#$% refrigerator
>> discussion. Well maybe not. : )
>
> a challenge?! a gauntlet phlapped in my phace??!!!!
>
> well ...
>
> Friday
>
> Oh, Fria's day has come at last,
> The last workday will soon be past,
> Tomorrow's light will come too soon
> And wake me fore the crack of Noon.
>
> Portents of work that must be done
> Cause wishes for the rain, not sun,
> Lord knows, the grass could use some rain
> To grow before I cut again.
>
> But mostly Fridays mean to me
> Some silliness, frivolity,
> Some stupid poem or Trip Report,
> A silly joke, a quick retort.
>
> Such things prepare me for the end
> Of days of Work where I did spend
> More hours a'sitting 'pon my duff ...
> Boy, gummint work is really rough! :)
>
> and for those of you still standing ...
>
> FFFFFriday
> by Unca Joel
>
> hear i sit, all down-hearted,
> 'tis Friday, and i can't get started.
> a story, joke, an ode or pome,
> i need to write, a little tome
> of wit or wisdom, mirth or glee,
> but nothing bubbles up from me.
>
> am i so burned from Fridays past
> that nothing's left in me at last?
> no more lame verse to mock our cars?
> no stupid songs unheard in bars?
> with wrinkled forehead o'er mine eyes,
> my tortured mind doth seek the prize.
>
> a silly song? no, not again.
> a sonnet, then, from way back when?
> an ode, perhaps? nah, that's too long;
> you're better off with silly song.
> oh, fuddled mind! am i too beat?
> is nothing left that ain't repeat??
>
> oh, well, it's not the worldwide end ...
> i guess, next Friday, try again
> to see if verse or song is writ
> continuing this Friday bit
> of Folly Funnies on the List ...
> and hope today it won't be missed.
>
> and lastly, but not too loosely,
>
> Jabber-Jabber List
> by Screwloose Feral
>
> 'Twas Frydaye, and upon the List
> Were Minds of fetid thoughts so bent,
> Toward Topics of the rankest Grist,
> That admins cringe, but Rules relent.
>
> "Beware the Jabber-Jabber List!
> "Of emails flowing without end!
> "Of Subject: Rust and Heat and Tires,
> "That like the Seasons come again!"
>
> He paused his fingers o'er the keys,
> In thought he lingered, half asleep ...
> Then slow and painful typed the words
> As came they bubbling from the deep.
>
> And from the keyboard, one by one,
> The clicking noise disturbed the Night,
> Drove out the Silence of the Lateness,
> Sounded like a cricket fight.
>
> Vee, Hay! Enn, Hay! Gee, Oh, Enn!
> The keyboard groaned beneath his strokes!
> Til grabbed he mouse and with one click,
> A message sent to email folkes.
>
> "And art thou finished yet, My Love?"
> Said Wife while filing on a nail;
> "About damned Time! Then go to bed!"
> But said Computer: You Have Mail.
>
> 'Twas Frydaye, and upon the List
> Were Minds of fetid thoughts so bent,
> Toward Topics of the rankest Grist,
> That admins cringe, but Rules relent.
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