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- Subject: Hopeless Warren
- X-Sender: newtout 0.02 Nov 17 1992
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- Date: 19 Dec 92 10:09:00
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- Hopeless Warren
- -or-
- Spaceship Down
- by Harry Smothers (c) 1992
-
- [A few millenia later, Mankind had almost wiped animal life off the face
- of the Earth. There was still no definitive sign of life in the Outer
- Reaches. We seemed doomed to poverty and war - and vegetables.
- Then the ship landed. The first true sign of life. Giant rabbits
- emerged from the ship; mankind's eyes lit up as a whole. After learning
- how to communicate with the big bunnies, they determined that the
- nearest ship (to the best of the rabbits' knowledge) was light-centuries
- away, and that it had taken themselves many generations to reach Earth.
- Mankind now had a purpose in life; To Hunt!]
-
- Fires grow old, and meat gets cold,
- And bugs, we never can kill!
- Time's cold wind hissing up our backs
- Reminds us each to make fast tracks
- And head straightaway for the grill!
-
- For the Rabbits have landed,
- Tell your children well
- Thyme and mint might do to cover the smell
-
- Spits do turn while the far stars burn
- And people and jerky strips age!
- Shiny ship land, they offer peace --
- They have no backup! Let's start the feast!
- And grind a ton of Sage!
-
- We know well what cooks can tell --
- If you would not roast Rabbit, make stew!
- And today their fragile flesh and steel
- Have made my children a wondrous meal --
- No meat in a year or two...
-
- [Alternative:
- And today our wonderful coats and belts
- Are made now from space rabbits' pelts
- Our slippers and gloves are, too!]
-
- But we who are reaching out for the stars
- Are learning to read Rabbit script
- And hope for tomorrow, and raise our eyes
- Past that puny Moon to the opened skies
- In our brand-new Warrentied ship!
-
- For all who've tried out of history's tide,
- Salute for the Husbandry team!
- And the old hag smiles at her children's seed
- That didn't get carried away with greed
- And kept Coney Island green!
-
- [We'd better hope the Eagles don't land anytime soon!]
-
- --- T.A.G. 2.6c1 Standard
-