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ADS FROM WOMEN - What they really mean
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Sree, a famous Telugu revolutionary poet, when asked by another poet whether he should put more' sparkle of fire' in his poems. Sharp reply came: ' No, no, do the otherway. Put your poems in the fire.'

T'was the Night For Parodizing

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the Net,
The hackers took time out to try to play poet.
Each one began with the same old refrain,
Thinking their take-off would yield instant fame.
The many Net readers were snug in their beds,
While megabyte echoes flowed in their heads.
When out in a newsgroup appeared yet another,
Ridiculous rewrite -- not funny, why bother?
Then what to your wandering eyes did appear,
But a meta-rendition, its message quite clear.
True humor is something that seems to be rare,
And hackneyed variation is absent of flair.
It's fun to play poet, but often quite lame,
Even so, all the hackers keep playing this game.
On VAXes! And HPs! And Commodores sweet!
On IBMs! PCs! With fingers and feet!
The many Net readers' eyes quickly glaze over,
At every new posting that seems a leftover.
A wink of their eye and a twitch of their more...

A backward poet writes inverse.

FIRST THE ADS FROM WOMEN
40-ish... 48 Adventurer... Has had more partners than you ever will Athletic... Flat-chested Average looking... Ugly Beautiful... Pathological liar Contagious Smile... Bring your penicillin Educated... College dropout Emotionally Secure... Medicated Feminist... Fat; ball buster Free spirit... Substance user Friendship first... Trying to live down reputation as slut Fun... Annoying Gentle... Comatose Good Listener... Borderline Autistic New-Age... All body hair, all the time Old-fashioned... Lights out, missionary position only Open-minded... Desperate Outgoing... Loud Passionate... Loud Poet... Depressive Schzophrenic Professional... Real Witch Redhead... Shops the Clairol section Reubenesque... Grossly Fat Romantic... Looks better by candle light Voluptuous... Very Fat Weight proportional to height... Hugely Fat Wants Soulmate... One step away from stalking Widow... Nagged first husband to death Young at heart... Toothless crone
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