by Morton Blatt, 1987
Careening from one nexus
Of earth to the next lexus
Every curve with verve
Goes our Pam.
Like polychrest mending
For her its girt.
So goes our Pam bending
About the earth's remotest land
Like Pan displays panache
With cloche, translucently
Soars with black belt on waist
To demonstrate and make haste;
From the Himalayan lids
To the base of pyramids
From reality of the moment
To the picture postcards of
Yesterday's memories -
Our Pam on the lam
Came home
For the grand slam.
The end result of
Grey cells and cult.
Faculty, that is!
So now it ends like the kaiser
A bit wider.
Gee,
A Ph.D!
by Joost Vossen, 1996
In the black of the night a crack from the campfire 3 - 2 - 1 - go and a fire fly takes off Pam sits legs one sided on the back of Space Shuttle 01223 She is alright in the desert night moon rays cover her head angels follow her path