I see sixteen basilisks basking on the obelisks
As drenched dragons drink draughts at the draw
In argot groans are gargoyles and gorgons arguing
Griffins tiffing stiffly at sore mantichores on the shore
Cameleopard of comely parts: come, ye leaping hearts
Unicorns, you hill born, from yews be lorn thru this morn
Lest you miss this beastly feast, this costly tryst
Go lay gentle, all agents of legends on the jewelled tiles
A dream you deem it to seem, but heed my rede a while Forsooth,
'tis a truth of couth youth, the pith of myth
Although old as a wold, gold unfolds if told in bold words..
When contributors to THE ECPHORIZER wish to remain anonymous, we print their material under the name Andy Fish. As a result of this, Andy (including his avatars -- A. Fish, Anderson Fish, etc.) has begun to acquire a substance of his own. To flesh him out even further, Dorey Evans drew this sketch of Andy seated at the word processor. He is trying to remember how to spell "ichthyology." 
