On (28 Mar 96) Russell Brooks wrote to Roy McNeill...



 RM> On (01 Mar 96) Russell Brooks wrote to Bob Lawrence...



 RB>  BL>>>   There once was a smelly named Frank,

 RB>  BL>>>   whose breath was so terribly rank,

 RB>  BL>>>   and his teeth were so yellow

 RB>  BL>>>   this farting old fellow,

 RB>  BL>>>   a skunk left his bunk, 'cos he stank.



 RB>  FM>>> A senile old fart called Bob Lawrence

 RB>  FM>>> Spouted insults in very large torrents.

 RB>  FM>>> He thinks he can rhyme

 RB>  FM>>> But when it comes to the time

 RB>  FM>>> His crap gets the attention it warrants.



 RB>  BL>>   I bow to your superior ability. I avoided
"Malcolm" but you

 RB> took on  BL>> "Lawrence" head-on, and rhymed it to death.



 RB>  BL>>   Maybe not...



 RB>  BL>>   Frankly, it's hard to top Malcolm,

 RB>  BL>>   the pedant who drives a Ford Falcon.

 RB>  BL>>   Always spinning his wheels,

 RB>  BL>>   dropping half-shafts and squeals.

 RB>  BL>>   He's as smooth as Brut 43 talcum.



 RB>  RB>> I think it is time to give up.

 RB>  RB>> Quit while you are NOT ahead.



 RM>  I think it is time to give up.

 RM>  Cos I think I've been sold a pup,

 RM>  If you lot continue

 RM>  To spout shit that's in you

 RM>  I'll probably have to throw up.



 RB> You just did!!!



a yuppie stockbroker called malcolm,

while reeking of aftershave and talcum,

brought his bit on the side,

home to meet the bride,

and found he'd worn out his welcome.



                        Keith



... Cats: They're not so brave in the microwave.



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