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Article 1641 of eunet.jokes:
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Path: santra!tut!draken!kth!enea!mcvax!ukc!stl!stc!idec!prlhp1!millsad
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From: millsad@prlhp1.prl.philips.co.uk (millsad)
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Newsgroups: eunet.jokes
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Subject: Re: Graffiti Art
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Message-ID: <759@prlhp1.prl.philips.co.uk>
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Date: 12 Jan 89 09:22:07 GMT
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References: <171@maths.tcd.ie> <7763@boring.cwi.nl> <1424@tmpmbx.UUCP> <2365@gos.ukc.ac.uk>
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Reply-To: millsad@prlhp1.UUCP ()
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Distribution: eunet.jokes
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Organization: Philips Research Laboratories, Redhill, UK
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In article <2365@gos.ukc.ac.uk> ifj@ukc.ac.uk (I.F.James) writes:
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>With reference to he sign "If you how I am stoned knew" or similar
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>which was seen on the back of a Volkswagen golf. This must be descended
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>from a poem of about five stanzas, called "I'm not so think as you drunk
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>I am " which was collected in a book called Penguin Comic and Curious
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>verse. If anybody has a copy of this, could they post it, as it is a very
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>well done and witty piece of work, but the book is now out of print.
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> Fraser James
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Looking through my copy of The Penguin Book of Comic
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and Curious Verse, selected by J.M.Cohen (1958),
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I think this is the poem you are thinking of,
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Ballade of Soporific Absorption
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Ho! Ho! Yes! Yes! It's very all well,
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You may drunk I am think, but I tell you I'm not,
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I'm as sound as a fiddle and fit as a bell,
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And stable quite ill to see what's what.
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I under do stand you surprise a got
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When I headed my smear with gooseberry jam;
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And I've swallowed, I grant, a beer of lot -
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But I'm not so think as you drunk I am.
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Can I liquor my stand? Why, yes, like hell!
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I care not how many a tossed I've pot,
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I shall stralk quite weight and not yutter an ell,
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My feech will not spalter the least little jot:
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If you knownly had own! - well, I gave him a dot,
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And I said to him, 'Sergeant, I'll come like a lamb -
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The floor it seems like a storm in a yacht,
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But I'm not so think as you drunk I am.
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For example, to prove it I'll tale you a tell -
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I once knew a fellow named Apricot -
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I'm sorry, I just chair over a fell -
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A trifle - this chap, on a very day hot -
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If I hadn't consumed that last whisky of tot! -
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As I said now, this fellow, called Abraham -
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Ah? One more? Since it's you! Just a do me will spot -
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But I'm not so think as you drunk I am.
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Envoi
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So, Prince, you suggest I've bolted my shot?
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Well, like what you say, and soul your damn!
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I'm an upple litset by the talk you rot -
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But I'm not so think as you drunk I am.
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SIR J.C.SQUIRE
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I hope I've typed it in correctly - it's not the thing of sort that
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can be spelled with a checker!
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Alan Mills
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