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Written by James Randi
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Sunday, 08 November 2009 13:57 |
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Years ago, I won a prize in a limerick contest sponsored by Isaac Asimov's magazine. The verse had to incorporate the name of a celestial constellation and deal with the future. I submitted two. This one won me the prize:
An angry young student from Reticulum, Annoyed at their crazy curriculum, Said, "They teach biorhythms, Ψ, And a rational ∏. I hear Asimov's set to ridicule 'em."
(In case your Greek is a bit rusty, those letters are "psi" and "pi.")
Okay, but I'm haunted by the fact that I've quite forgotten the last line of the non-winner that I also sent in:
Two lusty young lasses from Leo, Sang together - not well - but con brio. Their sonorous roars Caused rents in their drawers, ???
So, I'm offering a prize to the reader who comes up with the best last line... I'll figure out the prize when I get the winner decided...
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