| Grex > Enigma > #400: The Utter Adventures of Ruby D. Kayam |
| The Utter Adventures of Ruby D. Kayam | 
Jun 1 13:04 UTC 2008 |
When in the course of human events the moon came over the mountain four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth their just desserts so live that when thy summons comes to join that innumerable realm where each shall take their chamber in the silent halls of death then the cow jumped over the moon and the little dog laughed to see such sport. Not that this should matter, in the end.
| response 1 of 1: |
Jun 1 21:10 UTC 2008 |
Here is a very old example of the genre:
The boy stood on the burning deck,
His fleece was white as snow;
He stuck a feather in his hat,
John Anderson, my Jo!
"Come back, come back," he cried in grief,
From India's coral strands,
The frost is on the pumpkin and
The village smithy stands.