What is this life if, lacking wit We halfbake slipshod, feeble shit Bad spelling and worse punctuation Tangled, garbled explanation Rambling sci-fi plagiarisms Magic, GM-organisms Uninspired and overwrought We foist each scant, substandard thought On unexpecting 'bakers, then WE DO THE WHOLE THING ONCE AGAIN! The best inventions we can muster Are, in a nutshell, lacking lustre A poor life this if, dull indeed We constantly get M.F.D'd-- squeak, Jun 01 2006 William Henry Davies: "Leisure" http://www.blupete..../Poetry/Leisure.htmThe original. [jutta, Jun 02 2006] ::::Applause::::
Bravo, bravo!-- dbmag9, Jun 01 2006 To paraphrase [Jutta], " where have all the sane people gone, and which way is the exit? "-- normzone, Jun 01 2006 [norm]All the sane people obviously found the exit!-- squeak, Jun 02 2006 *snaps fingers*-- Letsbuildafort, Jun 02 2006 Top stuff, squeak.-- lostdog, Jun 02 2006 Lovely work.-- hidden truths, Jun 03 2006 random, halfbakery