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Article 1641 of eunet.jokes: Path: santra!tut!draken!kth!enea!mcvax!ukc!stl!stc!idec!prlhp1!millsad From: millsad@prlhp1.prl.philips.co.uk (millsad) Newsgroups: eunet.jokes Subject: Re: Graffiti Art Message-ID: <759@prlhp1.prl.philips.co.uk> Date: 12 Jan 89 09:22:07 GMT References: <171@maths.tcd.ie> <7763@boring.cwi.nl> <1424@tmpmbx.UUCP> <2365@gos.ukc.ac.uk> Reply-To: millsad@prlhp1.UUCP () Distribution: eunet.jokes Organization: Philips Research Laboratories, Redhill, UK Lines: 57 In article <2365@gos.ukc.ac.uk> ifj@ukc.ac.uk (I.F.James) writes: >With reference to he sign "If you how I am stoned knew" or similar >which was seen on the back of a Volkswagen golf. This must be descended >from a poem of about five stanzas, called "I'm not so think as you drunk >I am " which was collected in a book called Penguin Comic and Curious >verse. If anybody has a copy of this, could they post it, as it is a very >well done and witty piece of work, but the book is now out of print. > Fraser James Looking through my copy of The Penguin Book of Comic and Curious Verse, selected by J.M.Cohen (1958), I think this is the poem you are thinking of, Ballade of Soporific Absorption Ho! Ho! Yes! Yes! It's very all well, You may drunk I am think, but I tell you I'm not, I'm as sound as a fiddle and fit as a bell, And stable quite ill to see what's what. I under do stand you surprise a got When I headed my smear with gooseberry jam; And I've swallowed, I grant, a beer of lot - But I'm not so think as you drunk I am. Can I liquor my stand? Why, yes, like hell! I care not how many a tossed I've pot, I shall stralk quite weight and not yutter an ell, My feech will not spalter the least little jot: If you knownly had own! - well, I gave him a dot, And I said to him, 'Sergeant, I'll come like a lamb - The floor it seems like a storm in a yacht, But I'm not so think as you drunk I am. For example, to prove it I'll tale you a tell - I once knew a fellow named Apricot - I'm sorry, I just chair over a fell - A trifle - this chap, on a very day hot - If I hadn't consumed that last whisky of tot! - As I said now, this fellow, called Abraham - Ah? One more? Since it's you! Just a do me will spot - But I'm not so think as you drunk I am. Envoi So, Prince, you suggest I've bolted my shot? Well, like what you say, and soul your damn! I'm an upple litset by the talk you rot - But I'm not so think as you drunk I am. SIR J.C.SQUIRE I hope I've typed it in correctly - it's not the thing of sort that can be spelled with a checker! Alan Mills