The poetry of Arnold Krueger
"Robert Morein" wrote in message
Arny and Dave went up the hill
to fetch a box of woofers
Arny heaved a grunt and broke his butt
and Dave was left holding his gut
"This moving job is such a plague"
said Dave, as Arny clutched at what remained of his leg
As down the hill they rolled siamesed
Each with one leg and half a brain, pleased that the other had a
disease They went to bed inseparably bound
By traits for which they are each reknowned.
The irony of such a post by a co-perpetrator of the Morein/Brian firestorm
that has been going on for lo, these many years is truely an amazing sight
to behold.
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