Pendragon
07-20-2009, 11:10 AM
Darwin Down the Drain
On the continent of North America,
in the mountains of the East,
an undiscovered species of Man was found
a-living like a beast!
The Government convened a panel,
whose duty was to ascertain
just who and what this poor being was,
and just from whence he came!
The committee was a varied one;
a Minister, Scientist, and Lawyer too;
a burley Sergeant of the Marines,
a Politician, and an Old Maid. (What’s she to do?)
The Politician looked at him,
and this is what he said:
“If he’ll vote for me, then he’s OK!
If not, I’ll bust his head!”
The Old Maid looked him up and down,
then proceeded to relate:
“We haven’t met. My name’s Matilda Brown.
Big Boy, how about a date!”
The Scientist said, “He can’t exist!
I’ll prove he isn’t real!”
And then he bopped him on the shins
to see if he could feel!
The Lawyer said to him: “Dear Sir,
you are bedecked with feathers from an eagle
in violation of Code 45, Section C.
Sir, I’m telling you—that’s illegal!”
The Sergeant ran an appraising eye
along the Wildman’s show of muscle.
Then he barked: “Tension! I could use youse, son,
Youse be great in a tussle!”
The Minister looked long at him,
his face was very grave.
He said: “Son, do you know that you are lost?
Or that you have a soul to save?”
But then the Aborigine burst out
In a voice both clear and loud:
“Yer d’sturbin’ maw fishin’, ye buncha fules!
Now, gear out afore I trow ye out!”
Pendragon
(Sometime in '97, I think)
On the continent of North America,
in the mountains of the East,
an undiscovered species of Man was found
a-living like a beast!
The Government convened a panel,
whose duty was to ascertain
just who and what this poor being was,
and just from whence he came!
The committee was a varied one;
a Minister, Scientist, and Lawyer too;
a burley Sergeant of the Marines,
a Politician, and an Old Maid. (What’s she to do?)
The Politician looked at him,
and this is what he said:
“If he’ll vote for me, then he’s OK!
If not, I’ll bust his head!”
The Old Maid looked him up and down,
then proceeded to relate:
“We haven’t met. My name’s Matilda Brown.
Big Boy, how about a date!”
The Scientist said, “He can’t exist!
I’ll prove he isn’t real!”
And then he bopped him on the shins
to see if he could feel!
The Lawyer said to him: “Dear Sir,
you are bedecked with feathers from an eagle
in violation of Code 45, Section C.
Sir, I’m telling you—that’s illegal!”
The Sergeant ran an appraising eye
along the Wildman’s show of muscle.
Then he barked: “Tension! I could use youse, son,
Youse be great in a tussle!”
The Minister looked long at him,
his face was very grave.
He said: “Son, do you know that you are lost?
Or that you have a soul to save?”
But then the Aborigine burst out
In a voice both clear and loud:
“Yer d’sturbin’ maw fishin’, ye buncha fules!
Now, gear out afore I trow ye out!”
Pendragon
(Sometime in '97, I think)