Subj : Pythonic Poetry - can you do better? To : All From : On-Liner Date : Thu Oct 09 2003 12:31 am From: "On-Liner" The Python wrote about poor Horace: Horace Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay Horace ate himself one day. He didn't stop to say his grace, He just sat down and ate his face. "We can't have this!" his Dad declared, "If that lad's ate, he should be shared." But even as he spoke they saw Horace eating more and more: First his legs and then his thighs, His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes... ''Stop him someone!" Mother cried "Those eyeballs would be better fried!" But all too late, for they were gone, And he had started on his dong... "Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns "You could have deep-fried that with prawns, Some parsley and some tartar sauce..." But H. was on his second course: His liver and his lights and lung, His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue; " To think I raised him from the cot And now he's going to scoff the lot!" His Mother cried:" What shall we do? What's left won't even make a stew..." And as she wept, her son was seen To eat his head, his heart, his spleen. And there he lay: a boy no more, Just a stomach, on the floor... None the less, since it was his They ate it- that's what haggis is* *No it isn't. Ed. Haggis is a kind of stuffed black pudding eaten by the Scots and considered by them to be not only a delicacy but fit for human consumption. The minced heart, liver and lungs of a sheep, calf or other animal's inner organs are mixed with oatmeal, sealed and boiled in maw in the sheep's intestinal stomach-bag and . . . Excuse me a minute. Ed. More of this sort of thing on the website. Damian Visit the BEST Monty Python site www.montypythonpages.com Visit the First Unofficial John Cleese site www.montypythonpages.com/CSection --- BBBS/NT v4.01 Flag-5 * Origin: FidoNet MONTE <--> alt.fan.monty-python (1:379/45) .