Some Greek built a fine labyrinth, And lisped: Fromn thith mathe here I thinkth, A monthter. No doubt Will never get out, Tho that'th where I'll put him, I thinkth."
Now Theseus, of Athens was king, "I'll enter that maze," he does sing, "There must be much gold, Of value untold." For such silly stunts were his thing.
His missus gave him the all-clear. He said "I'll not be long my dear. Just three weeks or four, Say a quick minor tour. And bring you fine treasures back here."
My ignorance now here I am showing. Had he got a wife? I'm not knowing. But heck, it's all fun, And it gained me a pun, To help keep this silly tale going.
So Theseus now calls for his fleet; They sail o'er the ocean to Crete, Finds a bird who ain't bad, she Is called Ariadne, Who shows him the way it to beat.
She hands him a fine silken thread, "You'll find your way out, have no dread." To the maze he then ran, Finds a creature, half man, Half bull, says "Hey cow-face, you're dead.
"But hang on, old son, 'fore I kill You, one item bothers me still; As I'm in the fame game, I need first your name."
The monster moos ... "Buffalo Bill."
Last updated: Fri, 29 Oct 1999.