From jeanita@cpcug.org Thu Jun 12 21:59:20 1997
From: jeanita@cpcug.org (Jeanita)
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Subject: Re: NEW POEM: The Epic Saga of How "Only Human" and "PropinQuity" Came To Be
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Mercutio (mercutio@europa.com) wrote:
[A really great poem which inspired me] I can just hear Merc banging her
head against a wall and screaming "Not again! Not again!"  But this is the
sincerest form of flattery I know.

Ode to Q and the Ladies who Like to Write About Him


Mercutio, our latest bard
Has really made my life quite hard
By writing many lines of verse
About our Q, our obsession and curse.

We love him as a bad-boy god
We love him as a human clod
We love him straight, we love him gay
We love him every which a-way.

Our urgent need to break him down
and tear him up and steal his crown
Is equalled only by our fight
To get him in a luckless plight.

Alara, Merc, you both have tried
to have him commit suicide
And I have made him so depressed
He chased away his favorite guest.

Then when he's sad and starts to cry,
A doughty heroine comes by
She binds his wounds and buys him lunch
And knocks out bad guys with one punch.

But does our boy show gratitude?
Oh, no, he's stubborn, mean and rude
The ladies have their work cut out
To make a man out of this lout.

But all our heroines are tough
They're made of much superior stuff
Than any whining former god
They'll whip him into shape, that clod!

They'll see him beg, they'll watch him crawl
They'll get his back against the wall
He'll shape right up and not pretend
Or they won't let him be their friend.

Then Q does what we've all been hopin'
He sees the light! His dull eyes open
True Love appears to him at last
Our heroine holds his heart fast.

The heroine's no Mary Sue
But nothing she has tried to do
Much varies from the author's plan
To well and truly get her man.

She's been before him all along
He loved another but was wrong!
How is it he could not have seen
How faithful, loyal and kind she's been?

He swears her his complete devotion
And promises no more commotion
He swears he won't give attitude
But show her all his gratitude.

And now Merc, do you hate my guts?
Are you thinking "Gosh, that klutz
Can think of nothing on her own.
Her copy-catting makes me moan."

I was inspired by your art
Just like last time, isn't that smart?
To pay you this homage in verse
So when you read it please don't curse.

I loved your poem, that is certain
And now, before I close the curtain
I confess, my favorite thing to do
Is write about a god named Q.

:-)



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