So your contribution to the art on KickAS is I fart???? Geez, Steve, you've gotta get more sleep!!!!

Here goes, and in honor of Loz's new baby, this is a poem I wrote to my daughter around her first birthday.

Little womanchild
I watch you move through the house
Unused to this business of walking
Yet managing somehow
Dragging Raggedy Ann by the foot
And singing your sweet baby songs
Yes, my daughter, still I watch you
Half in awe, and half in fear
Of the task that lies ahead
Can I teach yet not destroy
Can you learn and still not lose
Your beautiful, fearless innocence?

Cheryl

Both dogs and men have irrational fears of vacuum cleaners

My guy If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague. Author Unknown