From: Emmer_1 (R.A.T. #3)
Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 04:45:03 GMT
From: Emmer_1 <R.A.T. #3>
To: chrome <R.A.T. #1>

Subject: 1st edition of White Trash Weelky

Dear White Trash Weekly readers:

We have been receieving requests for a repring of the poem, "The Fateful 
Moment."  We have followed your requests, especially after a few of you 
phoned in bomb threats, and here it is.

The Fateful Moment

He looked out his window
and spied the green expanse
The cars springing from the foilage
had him in a trance

He was dran to it's inescapable beauty
He couldn't resist it's charm
It's wheat-field-like expanses
reminded him of his childhood farm

So he let the thought take over
and made the engine turn over
He put his foot to the pedal
The engine began to purr

An evil chuckle was rolling
over his evil forked tongue
The flowers started wilting
The mice scurried to protect their young

Then the erge overcame him
He was all to irresistibly drawn
The tires began to spin
and in that moment...

My father drove onto the lawn