The Binch that Stole Tuesday
Margaret Middleton
"unknown"; (if anyone here recognizes it, I can pass the information back up
the line)
THE BINCH THAT STOLE TUESDAY
Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's song, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash those U-towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!
-Author unknown (with a bow to Dr. Suess)
MSMinLR(at)aol.com (Margaret Middleton)
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Wesley Struebing
Middleton) wrote:
>This came to me on the local sf club newsgroup, and it is credited to
>"unknown"; (if anyone here recognizes it, I can pass the information back up
>the line)
>
>THE BINCH THAT STOLE TUESDAY
>
<wonderful post snipped>
<teary-eyed>
Thank you, Margaret, for posting that.
</teary-eyed>
...and, yes, I'd like to know who wrote it, too - to pass on some
Huzzah!'s...
--
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Joe Kesselman (yclept Keshlam)
Welborn, and that it's copyrighted material. I couldn't find
a statement that it had been intentionally released to the
net so this may be a case of "liberated" work. Excercise
appropriate care until and unless that's resolved; I've made
that mistake once and while I escaped with my skin intact I
don't recommend it.
--
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Joe Kesselman, http://www.lovesong.com/people/keshlam/
Opinions expressed are solely those of the author
Rilla Heslin
board with permission).
Rilla
Leslie Croce
aunt...@bunt.com
The gentleman who wrote this, Rob Suggs, is a children's author and
illustrator. He works a lot with the children at Children's Healthcare of
Atlanta. He is able to "lighten their load" through his art and story
telling therapy. The children obviously are asking questions about the
dire circumstances we are in, as well as the adults. This is what he has
written to further explain the situation to the children he is working
with in the hospitals...adapted from a classic story "How the Grinch Stole
Christmas".
The Binch
By: Rob Suggs
Date: September 13, 2001
Every U down in Uville liked U.S. alot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S.way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business", he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's anthem, God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the UvilleTwin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.
Joe Kesselman (yclept Keshlam)
permission for this to be posted to the net, have we? (I
think it's likely in this case, but given how much humor is
"helpfully" redistributed in violation of the author's
intent and the fact that credits and copyrights get lost so
quickly...)
Rilla Heslin
an address: Leslie Croce
aunt...@bunt.com
I'm sure someone could write and ask her. Also, do make sure that Mr.
Suggs is given full recognition as author, and if I had thought of it
before I posted it, I would have added the (c) afer his name.
Rilla
Rich Brown
> By: Rob Suggs
> Date: September 13, 2001
I got a copy by email from a friend. That version says:
The Binch
By: SaxonDawg
Date: September 13, 2001
Kay Shapero
says...
> The post doesn't say, but if you look at who submitted it, she does have
> an address: Leslie Croce
> aunt...@bunt.com
>
> I'm sure someone could write and ask her. Also, do make sure that Mr.
> Suggs is given full recognition as author, and if I had thought of it
> before I posted it, I would have added the (c) afer his name.
> Rilla
FWIW I've already written and asked for permission to archive.
>
--
Kay Shapero
kaysh...@nospamearthlink.net
Remove the obvious spamblock to reply
http://home.earthlink.net/~kayshapero/index.htm
J. Spencer Love
list on Tuesday, with a note that she was trying to track down the
author. A few hours later, she posted the attribution and the following
note. While the permission does not specifically mention
rec.music.filk, I think it's clear enough:
From: "Robert Suggs" <robsuggs at mindspring.com>
To: "Uville Bound?" <kammy_gaden at yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: Freedback: Letters to Ooga
Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2001 16:55:05 -0400
Thanks--I'm the author of that poem. My name is Rob Suggs, and you're
welcome to credit me that way and use the poem with my compliments and
best wishes.
Rob
Perhaps I have exceeded the bounds of good taste by posting this here,
but I have changed the e-mail addresses in the hopes of confusing
automatic harvesters.
-- Spencer
Joe Kesselman (yclept Keshlam)
but completely spaced on where and couldn't find it.