From: slider@anashram.com

### - methinks i once wrote a comic-ode about all this hehe :)))


Ode to a passing monster

Oh frankie, oh monster that we made
Our hands are torn and bleedin'
From all the work you made us do
While we were only sleepin'

You never made for easy life
And oil was your undoing
The pressures were exceeding great
The leaks were ever growing

And when in time you clanked your last
And fell you down to earth
We thought at least for one last great blast...
But pfffft was all we heard!

Ah monster-monster shining bright
By mortal minds all carved
Go 'gently' now into that night
'ere mankind gasps his last :)

(it made Randy, our resident poet at the time, smile anyway heh)

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