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My Latest Effort - Rags
19 Jul 2006 11:35:09 -0700 rec.music.beatles
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Good afternoon, my dears. Well, it would seem to be that time of day
again. What most people know (assuming "knowledge" can be defined) as "lunchtime." So what are you having? Pizza? Hot dog and fries? A Cheesy enchilada? Burger and chips? Soggy tunafish sandwich? Yes, lunchtime. I watch each day as students and colleagues alike celebrate this time to...escape learning and gorge themselves. I wish, at such times, that all nourishment would take the form of liquid in a diminutive yet elegant glass. So how does yours truly spend his "lunchtimes" you ask? That just happens to be the subject of today's poem! Enjoy! "Lunchtime" by RAG Seely While others go to feast on lunch I peer into the skies While you may join some noisy bunch I say to humans, "Bye." My colleagues put their notes away And saunter towards the 'Caf' While hunger pangs lead them astray I scan the sky for crafts Pre-cooked lunches are all some seek They mob Seven 'Leven Though on the surface I am meek I reach towards the heavens While others mob commissaries And reach for steaming trays I probe ancient mysteries Above the mortal fray Runnnerr...
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