Newsgroups: alt.religion.kibology
From: mmcirvin@world.std.com (Matt McIrvin)
Subject: Yippee ki-yibo
Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 00:39:34 GMT
Organization: The World @ Software Tool & Die

In the boom town of Boston lived a cowpoke named Kibo
A famous typographer net-legend guy
He posted to Usenet and wrote about tar pits
And sang out a lonesome cowpoke lullaby:

Yippee ki-yiybo, yippee ki-yibay
Try to sing along if you dare-o
Yippee ki-yiybo, yippee ki-yibay
Was the song of the lonesome vaquero.

One day a foul badman came down to the Back Bay
With a bag full of spam-scripts and a look full of p'ison
But when Kibo met him, he saw with the badman
The loveliest girl he had ever laid eyes on.

Yippee gnartle-weird, yippee fi-yerfly
And my chair wears underwear-o
Yippee ki-yiybo, yippee ki-yibay
Was the song of the lonesome vaquero.

Now Kibo knew she didn't really love spammers;
His cool hipster charm would win her in a trice,
So he planted a gourd vine, played killer-plant music,
and strangled the fiend in a chlorophyll vise.

Yippee DSV, twenty thirty-two,
And it gave talking dolphins a scare-o;
For the bitter gourd could crush anything
In the hands of the Kibo vaquero.

But she didn't like Usenet, she hated bad movies,
For pork sung and bacon she had no desire;
The one thing that made his true love's heart beat faster
Was the odor of new penny loafers on fire.

Yippee ki-yiybo, yippee ki-yiybay
Try to be like him if you dare-o;
But to act like a magnet to pretty weird folks
Is the fate of the Kibo vaquero.

-- 
Matt McIrvin    http://world.std.com/~mmcirvin/