From: anonimus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: It's a wacky, wacky, wacky,
Date: Tue Jul  5 21:35:03 1994
Once I heard a noise
but it was late at night and I decided
to sleep through it.
Day.
So there I was
and there she was
and there we was
in my backyard.
And I thought I could seduce her
either that or lose her
it was the next morning by the way.
"I am not of this world," she kept saying to me.  I could see that right 
away.  It might have been her arms.  She had so many of them.  Or maybe 
her bright green, bushy, sharp, hard, prickly, saw-toothed,
 unyielding, definitely unconditioned hair.  It was a mess.  And green.  I 
asked her if she dyed it.  "It's natural," she whispered.  She took me 
into her arms and arms.  She was holding me too tight so I decided to back 
off.
"I am not of this world,"
She was saying to me.
I looked around to make sure that no one saw that I was
talking to the tree.