Subject:      Re: My Dawn! My Gawd!!
From:         Anurag Acharya <acha@bookworm.cs.umd.edu>
Date:         1996/11/27
Message-Id:   <qk917mc2xw.fsf@bookworm.cs.umd.edu>
Newsgroups:   soc.culture.indian,soc.culture.tamil



ranga@cs.umd.edu (M.Ranganathan) writes:

> In poetry I flame you now
> In poetry I do.
> If you think I'm fooling you
> I think you're a schmoo.

Ah alas, I am flamed
A deep black cinder am I.
I guess I should be contrite,
Just not that kinda guy.

> For you and I we must work
> Upon pipelines and such.
> The poetry it matters not
> It never mattered much.

Pipelines are important
Of course of course I agree.
Rhyming verse is jolly fun
Which I know you see.

> But for a while I hope you will
> Consider yourself flamed.
> Of what use is the internet
> If I'm polite and tamed.

That would be a horror untold
A horror untold it be.
A tamed Ranganathan? ah no.
Aggression is the key.

> Imagine a floating Nadoo land
> Without compass or rudder
> No stranger sight there ever was
> Like a cow without an udder.

Pray desist from refering to 
Cows and udders and the like.
Cows and dogs and cats are fun
Koothrapally unlike.

I should really get back 
To formalizing pipeline.
To cook up a few parameters
And on them royally dine.

anurag