An Ode to Love>

From: "Abbleworth Thomford Jujucator III" <anonymous@cotse.com>

Twitching and smirking I sat idly by,
Whilst corndogs invaded my alveoli.
Methinks the lady doth protest too much,
I saw avulsion with revulsion and such.
A protractor enrapt her with geometric wit.
I befuddled the masses with my chorionic spit.
My Gawd! I cried with sardonic lament,
As the methane erupted, my knickers were rent!
I twisted my cloaca with perineal mirth,
And 'tra-la-la-la'd' whilst admiring my girth!
Besmooched with her passion; an enigmatic shade,
She lickerishly ravished me in the primeval glade.
Thus endeth this prose, such delight makes me quiver,
I celebrate by festooning myself with calf's liver!

Yours,

Abbleworth Thomford Jujucator III
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Subject: Re: An Ode to Love
From: no.friggin.email@nope.com (doktor notaw)

An ode to washing up

And so it came to pass that the attack on the washing up beast by
dawn's early light but was a fient to lure it to a false hope it would
left in peace. However, our troups had a fiendish plan to devestate
the beast and suitably punish it. A swift attack was pressed home by
the light of the stars. In the bleached colours of the night the
frenzy of battle was somehow muted; the lunging and counter scrubbing
of the brush seemed at one with the attacks and screams of pain. Even
the normally lurid colours of
the magical fairies was reduced to a dull glow, much like a small
school of phosphorescent fish timidly breaking from the sea.

Whilst the washing up beast fought long and hard, it was at last
vanquished.

However, let not our victory lead us to believe that the washing up
breast is banished; legends have it that it will arise from its ashes
like the phoneix. To once more rattle its knifes at us in anger.

-Simes

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Original file name: An Ode to Love - converted on Friday, 29 June 2001, 22:36