Annie by Jay Maeder and Alan Kupperberg for August 20, 2009

I can’t help it, they just attach themselves to me, fellas.

Morning Margueritem and crew (okay, I know “crew” hangs out on Overboard, but good morning anyway!)

‘Morning, Steve.

Doris the Saurus Wasn’t carnivorous Her taste buds you see Weren’t geared for you or me What really filled her with glee Was the sight of a deciduous tree And though she was massive She really was quite passive She traveled through time To a sunny desert clime At Broadcast Ranch she landed (I hope she isn’t stranded) Jets on high there did see What they refused to believe Will they go to report her And be accused of a mental disorder Oh what is to become Of this leviathan on the run Will it all end in sorrow You will just have to wait until tomorrow.

This is where Time Traveling Sandy’s Trainer tells Mr. Am to send Doris the Saurus into the future to get scores of future Super Bowls, for sports Betting.

Love the poem! Good job.

I’d be interested in listening in on a conversation between Warbucks and Am.

10-4 on the superbowl scores—heck, just go a week ahead and back with the lottery numbers!

Nice one wndrwrthg.

Morning, Anniephans!

Is Am in contact with Vah-lin-tan to tell him to handle the teleportation?