From: <dpolicar@ATHENA.MIT.EDU>
Message-Id: <8703301518.AA28534@SPEAKER>
To: ayermish@ATHENA.MIT.EDU
Subject: Dinner with the CIA
Date: Mon, 30 Mar 87 10:18:46 EST

To the tune of "Runaround Sue"

Here's a tale I'm told is true
About two young Assassins who
Spent their money one fateful day
To have dinner with the CIA,

(I said hey, hey, C..I..A, a,a, C..I..A, a,a, etc.)

They were in disguise, these two,
And no one at the table knew
They hadn't blown themselves away,
Having dinner with the CIA...

	[this is what happens when I'm given silly ideas late at night. 
	   Learn your lesson well, my child.]

(And as long as the creative juices are flowing:

Never set your car on fire,
You surely will destroy it.
You'll use it as a funeral pyre,
Not how you shuold employ it.
Likewise, don't firebomb your house
Or you'll incinerate your spouse...
And never set your car on fire.

So mind your manners, as circumstances may require,
And never set your car on fire.

Don't talk folks into killing you
After you've been questioned,
If they don't feel like chilling you 
The subject shouldn't be mentioned.
They'll split your skull under duress
Knowing they'll have to clean the mess...
Don't talk folks into killing you.


	[So, do you have any more bad stories that can be made verse?]

			Whimsically yours,
			(uh...what was my name again?)