From: Jennifer Reinhart [delirium@uclink4.berkeley.edu]

Sent: Monday, May 11, 1998 2:15 AM

To: alex@stinky.com

Subject: Double-Dactyls



Hullo, Alex.



I actually got to Stinky.com from a completely random link left by an

anonymous person at The Road to Nowhere

(http://www.smalltime.com/nowhere/).  Anyway, I was rather taken with

those cute little double-dactyls, and so I have come up with a few of my

own.  I suspect I'll write rather more of them, as time goes on...

Also, I suppose some of these break the rules, at least a little bit.

But heck, if a person can't throw in the occasional unstressed syllable,

then what's the point of art anyway? Shakespeare did it...





Rhapsody, Rhapsody,

Frederick Mercury

Radio Ga-Ga and

Leader of  Queen,

Highlander Soundtracker,

Rock-band composer, Im-

munodeficiently

Exited Scene.



This next one is about my name.  The world is absolutely inundated with

Jennifers these days, and sometimes one is hard pressed to maintain any

sense of individuality...



Jennifer Jennifer,

Cheerleader, Jock-dater,

Fast in the sack,

but in school very slow.

Don’t call me Jennifer,

Jenny, or Jen because

Deity-thankingly

I’m Jenny Jo.



Gloria Gloria

Lucifer Morningstar

Once was an angel, but

now rules in hell.

It isn’t so bad there,

Except for the weather, and

Eye-stinging Throat-burning

God-Awful smell!



(Now it's time to think waaay back to Philosophy 101...)



Predicate, Predicate,

Linguist George Berkeley,

Foiled St. Anselm by

Using His Head:

“Being, Necessity!

What infantility!

Non-ontologically,

God must be dead!”



Thanks for listening,

Jenny Jo Reinhart