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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN"> <HTML> <HEAD> <TITLE>Tale of Zander Blather</TITLE> <META NAME="Author" CONTENT="Douglas Pepper Lang"> <META NAME="GENERATOR" CONTENT="Mozilla/3.0Gold (Win95; U) [Netscape]"> <META NAME="Classification" CONTENT="Poetry"> <META NAME="Description" CONTENT="Short poem highlighting the last night and exploits of Zander Blather, ficticious Master ofCultural Decoding, the ancient art of deciphering the BS which surrounds everyday life."> <META NAME="KeyWords" CONTENT="zander, blather, zander blather, cultural decoder, rumchurch with the circular dome, Diddle, Douglas Pepper Lang"> </HEAD> <BODY TEXT="#000000" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" LINK="#0000EE" VLINK="#551A8B" ALINK="#FF0000"> <CENTER><P><FONT COLOR="#0000A0"><FONT SIZE=+1>The Tale of Zander Blather</FONT></FONT></P></CENTER> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">Far away in a land called Diddle, lived a man named Zander Blather. He worked at the mill, way down the hill, and was known to be quite a chatterer.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">They tell this tale, while drinkin' ale, down the way by Zanders' home, at a pub by Jonny, but run by Lonny, near the <I>Church with the Circular Dome.</I></FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">One night it goes, while shoppin fer clothes, he dressed in a most scandalous way, he wore plastic hose and a snake salesman's nose and danced the dark night 'till next day.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">In his pocket a flask, made of hand blown glass, holding 100-Proof rum to the top, he drank and he stank and fell down the bank, landing right in front of a cop.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">"Well Mr. Blather, I see we're a bit drunk", said the officer to the inebriant soul.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">"Yes sir," said Blather," I just lost my job, digging the world's biggest hole."</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">"Now, I don't know why <I>you've </I>been drinking, I thought that on-duty, an officer drinkin was frowned?"</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">"Keep yourself tidy, and no one likes snidy", he warned Blather-faced down on the ground.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">So, taking his leave, on his horse nicknamed Jeeve, followed by Weadly, his hound, that's the last seen of Blather, worked into a lather, as the cop headed north into town.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">They found his body, in the bog, down by Latti, the half-naked blonde cook that she was, and sad Zander Blather, dead then, and after, was tied to an old railroad log.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">He died as he lived, a giver, who gived, as good as he ever got, a man who loved woman, and rum and cigars and stood shoulders above the whole lot.</FONT></P> <P><FONT COLOR="#8080FF">For a man is a man, played by ear, or by plan, as long as he's true to himself. For never should anyone deny their true nature to take that of someone else.</FONT> <HR WIDTH="100%"></P> <P><SUB><FONT COLOR="#0080C0">But this is where the story ends...To really know Blather, one must <A HREF="http://www.hightech-store.com/poetry-zander1.html">start at the beginning</A></FONT></SUB> <HR WIDTH="100%"></P> <P><SUB>Copyright 1997 "The Tale of Zander Blather", by Douglas Pepper Lang </SUB></P> <P><SUB>All Rights Reserved by author. Contact via E-Mail: [email protected]</SUB></P> </BODY> </HTML>