WOMAN SPOUTS BABY

[spatch]

WOMAN SPOUTS BABY



This was a five minute graphical jobberooni, at least, once the names were worked out. This was the only "classic" spider map I could find that was even remotely good-looking. And that was before I got to it.

Comments

[madfilkentist]

Wonderful! It's got me singing that classic song, "The Male Ion Chart."

[jcgbigler.livejournal.com]

Does it go something like this?

Let me tell you of the story of a man named H. Eclair
On a tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MAT

But did he ever return? No, he never returned
And his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Nob Sot
He's the man who never returned.

H. Eclair handed in his dime at the Sell Quaker DNA station
And he changed for Mania Jail Cap
When he got there the conductor told him "One more nickel."
H. Eclair couldn't get off of that train!

[Chorus]

Now all night long H. Eclair rides through the station
Crying, "What will become of me?"
How can I afford to see my sister in Laces, Eh?
Or my cousin in Oxy Burr?

[Chorus]

H. Eclair's wife goes down to the Ace Rosy Squall station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window, she hands H. Eclair a sandwich
As the train goes rumbling through!

[Chorus]

Now you citizens of Nob Sot, don't you think it's a scandal
How the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase, vote for Eager Rib Goon
Get poor H. Eclair off the MAT

Or else he'll never return? No, he'll never return
And his fate is still unlearned
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Nob Sot
He's the man who never returned. (It lure, cheat?)

[spatch]