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	There was a young fellow named Hal,
	Whose wife ran away with his pal.
		He abhorred deprivation,
		So he found consolation,
	In the arms of another friend's gal.

	Dad waited while Mum bought the ham.
	But when she came out, she said: 'Sam!
		That one's not our baby!'
		He answered; 'Well, maybe,
	But look, it's a much nicer pram.'

	Computers have minds of their own,
	For PC'ers, this widely is known.
		Windows is such a joke,
		Gates' license we'll revoke,
	'Cause Macintosh seeds have been sown!

	Said a practical thinker, "One should
	Help to kill superstition for good.
		I, for instance, refuse,
		To observe all taboos,
	With immunity, so far, touch wood."