Untitled
By Wil C. Fry, 1992 (or 1993)
(Copyright © 1992 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)
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Hi there, ALL YOU WEIRD FOLKS, WHY ARE YO
U SO WEIRD.?
I am stupid; who are and how are you.? Gosh what a stupid typ
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Now, if you ever come up to me like that
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This is a test sheet for the T.I.C. New
Closing, by the assistant editorial
secretary of all the inquisitive
people in the entire universe including
every perceptive entity which entail
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There we are,
In the car
wow-wee, what a scene!
OPENING, by the editor... And what a great year
we've had! Everything has gone right, and the
Lord is on our side. Why are you staring at my
car in such a fashion? You know, in some countries,
I could have you packaged and processed for sale
in a large consumer market where only the first
buyer retains any sale value whatsoever, excluding
the fact that many snails are now in the process
of decomposing within certain confines, notwith-
standing the pressure which we receive from our
predecessors, namely John B. Wiley, the pastor
of a large assembly within city limits.
There you have it, in black and white; just another
injustice, involving more than one smelly fish, all
of which were declared dead on the spot.
Another man told me that all three lizards
should be portrayed as jerks, since their
attorneys refused to show at the annual
meeting of the "Really Ridiculous Nerds,"
and all were hanged, according to Zimbulu
State Law, which declares, "No smoking
shall be allowed within, near, or within
sight of a fishing boat in the country
of Zimbulu, unless the fishing boat in
question is not nuclear powered, electrical
powered, or human powered.
Why such strange and ambiguous regulation
of such a common activity? None of us
are sure, but of course, we would all like
to know.
And I'm sure we're all curious about
last week's terrorist bombings at the Lake-
side shipping crate factory. The only
explanation advanced by the authorities
to this juncture are the Three Blind Mice,
incidentally paralleling the Third World
Countries of Ambigua, Beula, and Jim-Bobua.
This was one of my Lost Poems, found Dec. 2, 2000, and then again in 2013. I assume I was testing an electric typewriter to see how the columns looked (based on the photograph below). Regardless, I have retroactively christened this a poem, and it is now included here as such.