The Rhyme of the Constant VoyageBy FlatDaddyThe Captain was a cripple, patched o’er one o’ his black eyes,     But swaggered still and strutted as he spoke:“We’re going after treasure, lads, -- a worthy pirates’ prize!”     And gave...

© 1990OmniumgatherumBy FlatDaddyI've got this friend who says she wouldn'tsit up here with her action verbs all hangin' outfor the world to see no more than she wouldpull her pants down on "60 Minutes."But that's what we do here.Here...