Eddy, you sassy young thing!
It seems you were able to bring
Your wit to the case
But did you unlace
for the onlookers, that classy g-string?
“Young thing”? Said the hag with a giggle
“That was aeons ago! But I’ll wiggle
All the chins 'neath my face
And I’ll even unlace
My support hose! Does that make you wriggle?”
Support hose don’t even HAVE laces.
Of buttons and battings, no traces.
Unlace you may try;
In the wink of an eye
You’ll make runners - and angry, red faces.
When support hose is asked to retain
All the EdTedFred bulk, and contain
The billowing masses
Of ETF’s ass, is
Lace-free safe? No way! Straps and chain!
Poor Eddy, she’s needing a chain,
The billowing mass to retain.
But worse it would be,
Indubitably,
If travel required a crane.
Travelling by crane to the brook
Can be confusing without first a look
Indubitably
I’d rather be
Astride a bird than up on a hook
Hitsnarfle’s “crane” homonym,
Is somewhat confusing to him.
But he’d better look
Before jumping in brook,
And know if he’ll sink or he’ll swim.
To swim 'gainst the tide is my nature;
Indeed, I’m a contrary creature.
Say “Yes,” I say “No”;
Say “Stay,” I say “Go.”
They sigh; there’s no way they can reach her.
A creature of habit, you are.
Your contrary nature, bizarre.
So I’ll ask you to go,
In hopes you’ll say “no.”
'Cause this thread needs your faire de savoir.
Me? Faire de savoir? Well, I never!
Bizarre, yes; perhaps even clever.
But such a sophis-
ticate you think this miss?
Why, RotorHead – my thanks forever!
“Forever” is such a big share
Of time. We’re not half the way there!
That really is great,
But if you wish to truncate,
“Always” is fine, I declare.
“Go truncate that tree,” ordered Jack
For the lumber he kept in a stack.
“If you axe me politely,
I’ll do it quite nicely,”
Jill said, “Just don’t give me no flak.”
But Jack didn’t listen to Jill.
And his flak kept that tree on the hill.
So the lesson, Jack learned,
Was when Jill had sojourned
With his younger brother named Bill.
After RotorHead had sojourned
For a time in Virginia, he learned
That a storm named Isabel
Was a threat to give hell
And so he cried "Meeting adjourned!’
Virginia is nice where I stay,
But events of this coming Thursday,
Have made clear to me
I will be in NC
When the hurricane cometh my way.
A hurricane! Oh, what a fate!
Our biggest was in '38
In New England. My mom
Was caught out in that storm
She survived – by a narrow escape.
Narrow escape? Not for me.
I’m going right to it, you see.
My house in VA
May get blown away,
But my mother is there in NC.
I’m fond of Old North Carolina
A year at NCSU was Fine-ah!
It scares me to think
That in nary a wink
Of an eye it may be blown to China.
Her China doll looks she did treasure;
They won her a life rich with leisure.
Till Isabelle’s rambles
Made the doll’s house a shambles.
Now her losses she scarcely can measure.
I figure this house for a shambles
After Isabel, over it rambles.
But I hope it’ll pass
This-here bit of landmass
Its just one of this life’s many gambles.
[sub]And, the buy-one-get-one-free bonus, worth about what you paid for it:
I regret its become plain to see
A few days on the road, soon to be.
And my travels wont let
Me to access the net,
Nor visit the SDMB.
Signing off, but back again soon…