From: Corinne Pritchard
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Meine Damen Und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentleman
Date: Tue, 23 May 2000 19:42:48 +0100


Now presenting for your delectation, the toast of Sainsbury's (slightly
soggy and funny tasting), Fraulein Corinne singing A-F-P to the tune of
Cabaret:

You do it sitting alone in your chair,
Come play on i-r-c..
Life is on a-f-p, old chum,
Come to hash a-f-p.

Take out your laptop
from under the stair
Let those dust puppies be,
Life is on a-f-p, old chum,
Come to hash a-f-p.

Come taste the brie...
Come hear a filk..
Come form a line, start conga-ratting,
Wipe your feet upon the matting,

No use pretending you just cannot geek,
No-one believes a word,
Life is on a-f-p, old chum,
Come to hash a-f-p.

I used to have a fianceé in Sweden,[1]
With whom I shared a *vom* card on occasion,
We persevered through lightning storms and thunder,
The peer pinged out and now I cannot find her...

She was what you'd call a rounded figure,
But if you did then you'd end up much flatter,
And when I see them laid out on the floor,
I give her virtual applause and shout "Encore!".

I think of her and to this very day
I rememeber how she queried me and said...

You do it sitting alone in your chair,
Come play on i-r-c..
Life is on a-f-p, old chum,
Come to hash a-f-p.

Take out your laptop
from under the stair
Let those dust puppies be,
Life is on a-f-p, old chum,
Come to hash a-f-p.

And as for me, as for me,
I made my mind up over weak tea,
a-f-p is calling to me,

Start by admitting,
From Arwen to Joy,
isn't that long a flight.
come to the a-f-p, old chum,
only on a-f-p, old chum,
and I love hash a-f-p!

[1] Purely metaphorical, you understand ;o)

Love,
Corinne

--
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