Stumpy and the Decision Tree          by Thorold May

page four                      Anyhow, whatever had warped his brain, Stumpy knew he had a new mission in life Or at least he reckoned He could see a way to make a quid, Because he was a nousy bloke And not everyone had a free telephone line To the Decision Tree. The trick was, well, how the hell Did you patch Thomo' Burke and the flipperty girl And all those other mugs Into something as flakey as a derelict Decision Tree That had suddenly morphed out of hyper-space And wanted its decisions known?     previous | next page  index page