[Zeno]

Last verse...

I heard him then, for I had just
Completed my design
To keep the Menai bridge from rust
By boiling it in wine.
I thanked him much for telling me
The way he got his wealth,
But chiefly for his wish that he
Might drink my noble health.

And now, if e'er by chance I put
My fingers into glue,
Or madly squeeze a right-hand foot
Into a left-hand shoe,
Or if I drop upon my toe
A very heavy weight,
I weep, for it reminds me so
Of that old man I use to know -
Whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,
Whose hair was whiter than the snow,
Whose face was very like a crow,
With eyes, like cinders, all aglow,
Who seemed distracted with his woe,
Who rocked his body to and fro,
And muttered mumblingly and low,
As if his mouth was full of dough,
Who snorted like a buffalo -
That summer evening long ago
A-sitting on a gate.'

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And that my friends explains amuch,
Reread it and be quaintly touched,
For it gives the answers succinctly thus:

1) Why you should be a Peggy No-man fan.
2) The secret to Ray Zee's success at No-limit Holdem.
3) Why Norm Chum-sky is the Pope.
4) Why everyone needs at least one lawyer.
5) Why Mason can occasional play wrong and still be right.
6) And why I can register as a Republican and be proud.
7) And lastly, why John Cole is smarter than everybody else.

Many other answers to questions both fair and foul lie hidden in the above masterful poem. Indulge yourself.

Shalom,

Le Misanthrope