"In Toto?" you inveigh,
"If I'm that far astray,
I need a new leash on life...
Maybe even a fair alewife!"

With hook, line and sinker,
You'll land this grand drinker,
And in that realm of the daft...
You'll both draw a gusty draft.

On that blithe bonny breeze,
You'll stage your reprise,
Perceptively seeing that toucan...
Fly to the bar of Callahan.

Even if you arrive offline
Just for that auld lang syne,
With tremendous penaches...
Patrons will join in the "SMASHES"!

-- Kay CHRIS448 July 27, 1999