Date:         Tue, 9 May 1995 19:06:33 -0700

 

So, are you guys sick of me yet?  ;)

Just wait till summer, when I'll actually have time to do this stuff!

 

Catherine





Nevermore (a poem)

by Catherine Boone

catheboo@cco.caltech.edu

 

 

One dark night found Schanke talking

To his partner while they're walking

To a suspect's chamber door.

"Nick, I think I've found a way

To make twice my daily pay

And also be near Mom and Sis."

"An opportunity too good to miss."

 

And the FoDs, they cried, "Nevermore!"

 

 

One fine night, Janette was dreaming

Of Paris with its river gleaming.

Nicola would still be here;

She'd be gone not but a year.

But she knew it would be more

As she knocked: one-two-three-four

On Aristotle's chamber door.

 

And the Ravens, they cried, "Nevermore!"

 

 

This Knightie sits, as pale as snow

And wonders if, in next week's show

Lacroix appears, with Nat in tow.

Deaf to all Nick's wails and cries

he drinks of her until she dies.

 

"Your path to freedom this way lies-

Nevermore."