AN ODE TO HENRY

Here lies Henry His life was rushed His ball gave out And now he’s flushed Poor Henrys gone, There no denying, We miss him lots That’s why were crying His button jammed His ball had stuck We knew right then He was out of luck The end came quick I’m pleased to say Right on his pad He passed away He wasn’t old He wasn’t fat He used to work out Each day in chat	They made him drop They made him drag They clicked like hell When the screen did lag They made him point They made him pick They made old Henry Feel quite sick Yes Henry was, With every breath A mouse well loved But worked to death He worked all day He worked all night He never stopped It wasn’t right He gave his best He gave his all And he’s been replaced By a Damn Trackball.
	Author : Anony-mouse see also - MIB (Mice In Black) Hickory Dickory Trackball

(written by Englishgentleman/Flashman_)
© Maggi Norris & Steve 1997

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