"Are we there yet, yet, are we Tweak?" Rio's oft repeated squeak. Between her inquiries and begs Nid is glad to have 8 legs Two for ears and six to walk While blocking out dear Rio's talk. Tweak is learning spider lore Things she'd never heard before of web reflections aiding catch and information without match all about the buggy war and in-vert-e-brately gore. Then Nid answers their best guess with info on the Wurm Express and Monsters underneath the bed Where'd that idea get in your head? We know that we are adults here without such monsters, without fear Oh, yes, I see my fingers crossed. Hmmm, there's ver-a-city lost. So, we follow Mongoose Jones on her quest for Chinese Tomes. ---- Narrator oxygen deprived Please, forgive the rhymes contrived during horrid ragweed season. I reply, "I've lost my reason!" That's the only thing you'll see If you do complain to me. Thankfully, they've been enjoyed which leaves my spirit greatly buoyed 'cause when I am so short on air it is best that you beware especially these patter rhymes which must be born within real time. Fortunately, lingual stretching often is more fun and fetching. So accept apologies and I hope I leave you pleased. (If my asthma gets much worse I won't be able to write these, but I know that will likely please as many as it deprives so I guess you'll just live with it. ;-) ) [Posted in FML issue 4617]