[Vision2020] City Council and the Pledge

[Phil Nisbet]

Heck no Joan, I want local flavor in those poems, something like this one,

Topless Carwash
A Moscow Sonnet

The high-speed fan beats the sizzling air
As the shimmering aroma of asphalt
Rises into the sticky atmosphere
Bathing bodies in streams of salt

The splash of cool water with soapy suds
Cuts the grime from sun baked cars
And topless tanned bodies gently rub
Sending blood pressure to the stars

Young men line up for miles around
With the heat sliding down their teeth
And the CNN news crews have come to town
To see these nubiles in their briefs

It helps them to pay the rent and tuition
It and the heat help them lose inhibition






>From: Joan Opyr <joanopyr at earthlink.net>
>To: Vision2020 Moscow <vision2020 at moscow.com>
>Subject: Re: [Vision2020] City Council and the Pledge
>Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 11:08:45 -0800
>
>I'm sorry Melynda, Keely, Warren, Phil and Area Chuck Norris Dan; your 
>poems are all wonderful, but I must insist that Moscow City Council members 
>begin every session by reciting the following.  I was going to suggest 
>Dulce Et Decorum Est, but why get into that?  No, this is the right poem at 
>the right time, with a special nod to its inspiration, Rosemary Huskey.
>
>(My apologies for Kipling's use of the "S" word.  Different place, 
>different time, different vocabulary.)
>
>Joan/Auntie
>www.joanopyr.com
>
>The Female of the Species
>By Rudyard Kipling
>
>When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
>He shouts to scare the monster who will often turn aside.
>But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail,
>For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
>
>When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
>He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can,
>But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail -
>For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
>
>When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
>They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws -
>'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale -
>For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
>
>Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
>For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
>But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the others tale -
>The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
>
>Man, a bear in most relations, worm and savage otherwise,
>Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise;
>Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
>To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
>
>Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
>To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
>Mirth obscene diverts his anger; Doubt and Pity oft perplex
>Him in dealing with an issue - to the scandal of the Sex!
>
>But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
>Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same,
>And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
>The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
>
>She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
>May not deal in doubt or pity - must not swerve for fact or jest.
>These be purely male diversions - not in these her honor dwells -
>She, the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else!
>
>She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
>As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate;
>And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
>Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
>
>She is wedded to convictions - in default of grosser ties;
>Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him, who denies!
>He will meet no cool discussion, but the instant, white-hot wild
>Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
>
>Unprovoked and awful charges - even so the she-bear fights;
>Speech that drips, corrodes and poisons - even so the cobra bites;
>Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw,
>And the victim writhes with anguish - like the Jesuit with the squaw!
>
>So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
>With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
>Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
>To some God of abstract justice - which no woman understands.
>
>And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
>Must command but may not govern; shall enthrall but not enslave him.
>And She knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,
>That the female of Her species is more deadly than the male!
>
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