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  1. #1
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    Well Spuds has been censored, but I (and others) are hoping he'll continue to post here nonetheless.

    He doesn't need to be "controversial" or throw flame bait, his posts can be funny and enjoyed by everyone.

    The Bent forum peeps have apparently squealed on him, so hopefully he will post elsewhere at bikeforums and not leave altogether.

    Last edited by Serpico; 03-28-05 at 10:24 PM.

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    Peanut-Butter Sandwich
    by Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)

    I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king
    Who played with the world at the end of a string,
    But he only loved one single thing --
    And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

    His scepter and his royal gowns,
    His regal throne and golden crowns
    Were brown and sticky from the mounds
    And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

    His subjects all were silly fools
    For he had passed a royal rule
    That all that they could learn in school
    Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

    He would not eat his sovereign steak,
    He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
    And told his courtly cook to bake
    An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

    And then one day he took a bite
    And started chewing with delight,
    But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
    From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

    His brother pulled, his sister pried,
    The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
    “My boy’s committed suicide
    From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”

    The dentist came, and the royal doc.
    The royal plumber banged and knocked,
    But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
    Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

    The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
    The telephone man tried with wires,
    The firemen, they tried with fire,
    But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

    With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
    With steam and lubricating oil --
    For twenty years of tears and toil --
    They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

    Then all his royal subjects came.
    They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains
    And pulled both ways with might and main
    Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

    Each man and woman, girl and boy
    Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
    And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --
    They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.

    A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --
    The king’s jaw opened with a creak.
    And then in voice so faint and weak --
    The first words that they heard him speak
    Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”

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