From: FLUFFER <FLUFFER@prodigy.net>
Subject: NEW: EPIC Poetry: Ivanova and Thanksgiving: HUMOR
Date: Fri, 29 Nov 1996 19:17:35 -0600

This is an attempt at light hearted humor.  The formats all wrong, but
hey, it's meant to be funny and provide convergence relaaf.  I'm only
going this far with it.  I was *inspired* by my thanksgiving with my
relatives.  I mean.... I'm the only b-5 (well my 9y/o bro doesn't really
count) fan in the house so I'm bouncing back in forth between
commercials and the show:  watching 404.  My grandparents were a little
curious as to why my parents tolerated this but hey...  There old so who
no... wait I do care but b5 takes precednec in family matters.  If some
one wishes to work more on this, please do.......  It's been nagging at
me to at least do somethin with it since wednesday when my granparents
came over....

Laura Hale
Fluffer@prodigy.net
Demented teenager Extrodinare desguised as a Barking dog.
Go vote for the b5 babe of the month at:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/3286 or visit my web page at 
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/8948/home.htm
I suggest you vote for jms.


Nuf talk.  Light hearted humor warning.

Too many Ivanova's
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Epic Poem: To many Ivanova's at Dinner

This is an almost Epic Poem.  I challenge any one to finish it.  It is
unfinished and will remain so.... It scares me so to continue.

A Thanksgiving feast lay yet unprepared
as four Ivanova's argued there.
The turkey lay all nicely trimmed,
the plastic wrap all nice and tight
In hopes that one of the four....
	would soon care to cook him nice and brown
"Your views on cooking that bird are upsurd!" 
hollered Ivanova number 1 to number 2
"And I thought I was a pessimest"
Stated number three to number four.
Number four prowled the room 
in search of the canned cranberry sauce.
The link did chime and
(was that the turkey giving a squawkl?)
four voices instantly humphed
"Go away I'm not ready YET!"
"but it's me, Marcus! May I come in?"
"NO!" shouted four united voices.
"Will-" said number 1
"Stop-" said number 2
"Doing-" spat number 3
"THAT!" Snapped number 4
*Hmph* said Marcus as he stalked off.
Must be having a pretty bad day he thought
"Fine. Fine." Said number one 
	as she ripped off the plastic wrap.
...while number two dutifully shoved the cookie tray-
under the massive bird.
"Don't forget the stuffing." Mouthed number 3
"You look familiar" said number 4
Ivanova looked into the bird on the cookie tray.
"Some one get out the dang giblets, before I hurl!"
The other Ivanova's turned to stare...
"No way!"
"Not ME!"
"I'm God you do it!"
"Hmph" said the first one as she tossed the massive bird 
into the oven.  "some one remove it later!"
"Excuse me, I do have a name!" shouted 2 of the 4
This continued for quite a while 
	while the cooking conitued in a similar style.
Then what should chime?.?.?.?.?.?
	but the door.
"Hello.  I'm jms.  People call me
(uh... He thought)
	god he said.
four heads swiviled in the direction of the door....
"hey" whispered one.
	"This guy might just make" said number
"Marcus jealous"
"and get the flea bag off my case."
and then all four procurred evil grins.....
"Come in" 



This is where I shall End.  I get scared out of my witts ends.  jms at
dinner.

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