sci.physics.particle

On Mar 13, 5:35=A0pm, Uncle Al wrote:
> Johnnie In The Billows wrote:
>
> > The waves of planks undulate outward, =A0the crests bursting in a dry
> > spray of matchwood.
>
> > And above all, on high,
> > is an anvil in the yellow sky.
>
> The tiny shit emits a burp
> Expected to reveal a twerp.
> Sourced anal to remit its dart
> Results in little but a fart.
> The mouth moves faster than its mind
> All accrues not front but hind.
>
> Close the window can't you see
> Daylight was not meant for me.
> I will vomit on yout grave.

Tell you what, I'll vomit on yout grave if you'll vomit on mite!
(Sorry to quibble, but the last line doesn't rhyme.)