Cindy Heap

"You Are Old,

Father Tucker ..."

"You are old, father Tucker," the young femme said,
"And your fanac's become very light;
Yet you publish in FAPA eight pages a year --
Do you thing at your age, it is right?"

"As a youth," said the ghod as he shook his grey head,
"I feared it the BNF's grave;
But now that the neos all think that I'm dead,
I continue the fanac I crave."

"You are old," said the femme,"as fan history books prove,
Yet at cons you are still to be found;
While after a belt you still mutter 'smooth!'--
Pray how do you stay off the ground?"

"In my youth," father Tucker replied to the femme,
"I started the fannish tradition,
And you will see more of what I did then,
For Jack Daniels maintains my condition."

"You are old, father Tucker, ninety-five at the least,
And your interest in sex must be dead;
Yet you pub ads in FAPA for man, girl, and beast --
How big, may I ask, is your bed?"

"You are getting too nosy," he quickly replied.
"Besides, this is all DNQ;
But if you'll come here, and sit on my lap --
I'll show you what old fen can do!"

--Cindy Heap

Data entry by Judy Bemis
Hard copy provided by Geri Sullivan

Data entry by Judy Bemis

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