Date:         Mon, 2 Nov 1998 13:09:01 -0500
From: "the rags of time..." <mbarker@MIT.EDU>
Subject:      [WRITERS] EXERCISE: A beginning in nonsense...

Here's the lines:

        The bassool farted with a fine deep tone,
        The zeezaw hissed as they stroked its drone,
        And underneath it all rang the rat-ta-tat-tat
        Of the tiny little hooves dancing just like that!

Your assignment:  tell us a bit more about the fine party going on, the
participants with their hooves, the other instruments playing...

poem, short story, whatever you like...

just write now!

"A wandering minstrel I -- A thing of shreds and patches, Of ballads, songs
and snatches, and dreamy lullaby!"  Sir William Schwenck Gilbert

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