Hannibal, schmanibbal, at least he had table mannible[s].
[In case anyone missed it, the +cursus medius+ of dave's poem and mine is
the subtitle of James Hogg's +The Three Perils of Man+.
Howsabout THAT then, for a cross between pig-latin and Academic Pretension?
eeeeeeeep .....]
Robin
(Hey, dave, we're batting this anthropomagic Scottish crap around, whaw
aboot Sawney Bean? SRCrockett an that. I +DO+ that.
? :-(
The Grey Man)
----- Original Message -----
From: "david.bircumshaw" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, November 12, 2002 2:01 PM
Subject: Re: War, women, and witchcraft
> That is a very fine haiku, Robin. I notice you've used the correct version
> of the quote for the title, instead of my sneaky alteration, it's almost
as
> allusive as my piece, I reckon though I'd never have invited Joseph Conrad
> round for dinner, and possibly I'm going to give up pork for life!
>
> Best
>
> Dave
>
>
>
> David Bircumshaw
>
> Leicester, England
>
> Home Page
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> A Chide's Alphabet
>
> Painting Without Numbers
>
> http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/index.htm
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Tuesday, November 12, 2002 1:11 PM
> Subject: War, women, and witchcraft
>
>
> HOG HAIKU
>
> The smell of war is burned meat --
>
> it stinks of cooked pork:
>
> Falk would know, as we'll soon learn.
>
> ****
>
> Robin
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