From: "Nigel Wilcox" <nigel23@nwilcox.fsnet.co.uk>
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Subject: A king with no proles
Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 22:19:46 -0000
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Sitting in the armchair watching fido go round and round,
it struck me with the force of a spud gun.
He wasn't very bright.
His shiny eyes looked up at me, and in the way only humans can,
I started to portray thoughts he was having.
" What's the matter, boy?"
" Can you not catch your tail?"
First one way then the other he would race round like a spinning top.
When he did catch it he would bite too hard and yelp,
as if some unseen outside force had kicked him.
He would then pause again, as if seeking encouragement before
continuing with the whole charade.

Well its only just struck me now what the relevance was of this.
Rather like Robert the Bruce, or that small insignificant spider.
If at first you don't succeed....