Aaargh... Can't... get... poem... out... of... head... Diana smote down Eric; Douglas laid Tyson low; Right into Darren's stomach Adricius sent a blow. "Lie there!" he cried, "fell WANKER! No more, aghast and pale, Shall people scatter near and far On hearing thy atrocious car No more the local passers-by Will groan in horror when thy spy Its oil-bedizened trail." But hark! the cry is Catbert; And lo! the ranks divide; And the HR Director Comes with his stately stride. The whole department's payroll Clangs loud upon his back; He bears a memo in his paw To give his staff the sack. He smiled on those Alzarians A smile serene and high; He eyed the flinching Nyssans, And scorn was in his eye. Quoth he, "The swamp-rat's litter Stand savagely at bay: But will ye dare to follow If Catbert clears the way?" Then, whirling up his memo With both paws to the height He rushed upon Adricius And smote with all his might... -- John Elliott