Dr. Yours Truly: "Would you like me to go over it again? I thought this sort of thing usually clicked instantly with you."
The Head: "Yours, please repeat our special guests greeting. Speak slower this time around."
Dr. Yours Truly: "Sure thing. All four of them, in unison, recited this exactly:
The Dog has chewed and swallowed much of its tail.
When all is said and done, the Dog will poop out the tail.
And still Man sits with folded hands, chewing the flesh of Man."
Dr. Yours Truly: "I like the part about everything being said and done. Our guests sure know how to write poetry. Mmm, great poem."
The Head: "So, you think this is a poem?"
Dr. Yours Truly: "Yep. I mean, it is a poem."
The Head: "It's from the Bible, Yours. Well, at least part of it is. You mean to tell me, that after every thing that occurred during the conference, upon hearing their response, you thought it was a poem?"
Dr. Yours Truly: "It is a poem."
The Head: "Doc, you're worth every penny. By the way, I thought I told you it was OK to rig the raffle. How was The "Artists'" number drawn?"
Dr. Yours Truly: "Hey, I did rig the raffle. I rigged it so that my number would be drawn, so that I could have been the one to greet them. But, raffles aren't what they used to be. And, fair is fair."