| Grex > Enigma > #93: An Uninspired Day in the Life of the Poet |
| An Uninspired Day in the Life of the Poet | 
Jan 28 08:18 UTC 1993 |
As I was going to St. Pete,
I met a man with forty feet,
And...
nah... start over...
As I was going to Frankenmuth,
I met a man with forty tooth,
nah... doesn't work... try again...
As I was going to St. Claire Shores,
I met a man with forty wh...
oops
| response 1 of 3: |
Jan 28 12:52 UTC 1993 |
As I was picking at my nose,
I saw a man with forty toes.
I asked, "Don't your toes make you hobble?"
He answered, "Don't you really need a shovel?"
| response 2 of 3: |
Jan 30 04:51 UTC 1993 |
???
| response 3 of 3: |
Feb 18 22:56 UTC 1993 |
re #0: so what did he do with the fourty whoops?