[JimC]

Well, Middius, apparently my comments were of sufficient concern that
you felt it warranted spending enough of your time to compose a
four-verse poem in response.

Jim


George M. Middius wrote:


Queenie tries humor, but since she's an apprentice 'borg, the result is
quite ugly.


No one who knows anything about how the
equipment works, including how the reaction of $2,000 cables of
particular gages, as determined by ohms law, should be permitted to
review high-end audio.



Queenie Catie had a brain, Krooger was her god
And in her brain she had a turd
With a poo-poo here and a poo-poo there
Here a poo, there a poo, everwhere a poo-poo

Queenie Catie had a brain, Krooger was her god
And in her brain she had a fart
With a blat-blat here and a blat-blat there
Here a blat, there a blat, everwhere a blat-blat

Queenie Catie had a brain, Krooger was her god
And in her brain she took a dump
With a plop-plop here and a plop-plop there
Here a plop, there a plop, everwhere a plop-plop

Queenie Catie had a brain, Krooger was her god
And in her brain she had a short
With a FZZZT!-FZZZT! here and a FZZZT!-FZZZT! there
Here a FZZZT!, there a FZZZT!, everwhere a FZZZT!-FZZZT!

Queenie Catie had a brain, Krooger was her god




--
A day without Krooger is like a day without radiation poisoning.