_Lastworda betst_

Cried a great English writer, "Oh, Shaw!
My testes are small as the Dickens."
   Said his surgeon, "Great Scott!
   Here's a fine pair-o'-Keats';
I'll transplant them and make your Balsworthy."

My computer crawls out every night
On the Web with a grim appetite.
   It will search by the hour
   For bits to devour,
Then gobbles two cubed in each byte.

-- 
John Cowan <>     http://www.reutershealth.com
I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen,    http://www.ccil.org/~cowan
han mathon ne chae, a han noston ne 'wilith.  --Galadriel, _LOTR:FOTR_