Fragments From My Workbench

My Bonnie writes programs in BASIC,
My Bonnie writes programs in C,
My Bonnie writes programs in ALGOL --
Please bring back my Bonnie to me.

Little hobbit walking down the road
Little hobbit, such a heavy load
Little hobbit
Are you ring-bound, just like me?

Little hobbit trav'lin' with some friends
Little hobbit, feet that have split ends
Little hobbit -- pass it over if you please

I don't wanna play Trek
It doesn't look like fun
I've seen Riker, and Chekhov
And if that's the way it's done,
I don't wanna play Trek
That's where I draw the line
'Cause when we play Trek
You make me Deep Space Nine.

The following verse is intended to be sung (by a male) prior to the last verse of Claire Maier's "Quite Enough" (tune: Velveteen):

I saw a lovely lady who could really sing and write
Her face is haunting, and her neck is one I'd love to bite;
When she sang "Road Kill Cafe", well, I almost groaned to God;
Her "California Love Song" made me want to check the bod.
But when she came out with "Filk Vampire", I knew she'd done me wrong.
For the truth is, plain and simple, I'm a sucker for a song.

copyright © 1994 by Gerald Bliss

Written while driving to MisConception 5, 3-5-94.

Spammish Lies
Harry Smothers
(tune "Spanish Eyes" by ?)