Nothing you write on the net disappears

[erik_kosberg]

Can you teach old doggerel new tricks? While wasting time surfing, I ran across a bad limerick that I wrote eight years ago and posted to Usenet. If you never watched Homicide: Life on the Street, it won’t make any sense, but if you did, you’ll grok it:

There once was a man named Munch,
who had a bothersome hunch,
that Pratt's lies were a crock,
so John loaded his Glock,
and now Pratt's dead after lunch.

[Magick1]