From jessica@phish.nether.net Wed May 29 19:35:40 1996
Date: Sat, 18 May 1996 13:48:23 +0000
From: Jess <jessica@phish.nether.net>
Subject: creative writing

Okay, I'm an amateur, and this is my first B-5 fanfic, and only part 
of it, too. So sue me. You have to start somewhere. Now, if you have 
any, I mean ANY comments (even if it's "Woman, you suck!"), please 
E-mail me at jessica@phish.nether.net Just in case you are wondering, 
my name is pronounced "March" without the "R"

Enjoy! (I hope)

                                         John Sheriden's Raven
                                            By Jessica Mauch

Once apon a midnight dreary
While I pondered, weak and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of Mimbari lore
Which I got from, at discount rates, a nice convienient general store
That sells out giant books galore

While off to sleep I wished I'd go
I found this proccess rather slow
And so I thought some herbal tea would help me sleep and not to
snore
Ivanova had said that she can still hear it when I snore
Even through her soundproofed door

I almost was in dreamland when
I heard my link go off again
I asked Susan "What's up?" She said that Bester'd soon be at my
door
"I thought of killing him," she said. "But then, I hate blood, guts,
and gore
And cleanup would be sich a chore"

I thanked her for her reverance
And, after putting on my pants
Loaded up my PPG and laid an ambush on the floor
I'd lost my taste for PSI-Cops, and I didn't like them much before
"I'll take it all out on PSI-Corps!"

"Soon," I said, "My door will beep
No witnesses. And then I'll sleep
When suddenly, to my surprise, Drall appeared right by my door
"John," he said. "Let bester be. Or you won't play with my stuff no
more"
"Drall," I siad. "You're such a bore"

Grudgingly, I agreed with Drall
No 'Cop today would take the fall
He dissapeared, and I picked my PPG up off the floor
That's when the knock came at my door
"Open up, this is PSI-Corps!"