HUMOUR:needed :)

From: Amara Graps (amara@amara.com)
Date: Mon Mar 03 2003 - 05:57:24 MST

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    Clone, Clone of My Own
    by Isaac Asimov

    Sung to the tune of
    "Home, Home on the Range"

    O give me a clone of my own flesh and bone,
    With its Y chromosome changed to X.
    And when it is grown, then my own little clone
    Will be of the opposite sex.

    Chorus:
    Clone, clone of my own,
    With its Y chromosome changed to X
    And when I'm alone with my own little clone
    We'll both think of nothing but sex.

    O give me a clone, hear my sorrowful moan,
    Just a clone that is wholly my own.
    And if it's an X of the feminine sex,
    Oh what fun we will have when we're prone.

    (Chorus)

    My heart's not of stone, as I've frequently shown
    When alone with my dear little X
    And after we've dined, I am sure we will find
    Better incest than Oedipus Rex.

    (Chorus)

    Why should such sex vex, or disturb or perplex.
    Or induce a disparaging tone?
    After all, don't you see, since we're both of us me.
    When we're making love, I'm alone.

    (Chorus)

    And after I'm done, she will still have her fun,
    For I'll clone myself twice ere I die.
    And this time without fail, they'll be both of them male,
    And they'll each ravish her by-and-by.



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