David,

>It's not rhyme or reason, it's rhythm --
>Your poems don't have any with 'em.
>Now give it a try
>Your fingers will fly
>While your feet tap a rhythm to give 'em.
>
>>Man, talk about my bad rhyming.


Frank Sinatra? I mean rhythm...
>>When looking at stuff typed by Dave,
>>I sputter, gag, cough, and rave
>>My rhymes, he insulted
>>but nothing resulted
>>to put my bad puns in their grave.
>>
>>
>>>>If a Nail Gun does not have enough fire power to stop this madness, I will break out the BIG Artillery.
>>>
>>>There once was a soldier named Butler
>>>Who said to the hippie, "Yeah, whut sir?"
>>>The hippie replied,
>>>"Thought the poems had died,"
>>>Butler said, "the big guns will kick butt, sir"