An evening of high culture and fine wine in aid of Kosovo - a poem written especially for the occasion by Messers Marshall (AM) and Wier (AW)

AM : What, When, Why, How?

. Is that the cries of a pregnant sow?

AW : Who, where, with whom, whence?

. That high octane duck flew over that fence.

AM : Pregnant pigs

AW : Flying ducks

AM : That porker does ride like Lord HawHaw does read.

(pause)

AM : How now you pregnant sow

AW : Chuck chuck you flying duck

AM : From whom did you receive the life you bore within you, you filthy beast?

. Was it that goat in the plot next door?

AW : From where did you come in that flying V?

. Like a squadron of Jerries riding those clouds.

AM : Our origins are known, laid before us.

AW : These pleasures of our flesh are the fancies of our mind.

Both : And now we paupers leave, to other pleasures find.

Andy Marshall and Andy Wier, 8/5/99