I've been dealing with a screwed up laptop so moving lots of files to my desktop PC as I have to reinstall Windows and just found this poem I wrote in 2004 on my PC: My Ode to Poop - by Laura Holland I think that I have never seen Such pooping creatures it is obscene They poop in the morning, they poop at night They poop so much it's an awful fright They poop like it's just the thing to do They poop more than elephants in a zoo Just when you scoop this horrible poop Down to the litter box these bastards swoop To fill it again with their evil dumping From which sinister well are they pumping? It doesn't matter what they're eating This pooping problem we're never beating These pooping machines will never stop Till in each corner they have plopped And yet with all this poop we just patiently deal I guess they're lucky they have such appeal! [Posted in FML 7059]