| Mine just shows a lad and his pup dressed for the cold and the following poem:
I made a snowball,
As perfect as could be,
I thought I'd keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me,
I made it some pajamas,
And a pillow for it's head,
Then last night it ran away,
But first--it wet the bed. __________________ You can't wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you - Look, if I went 'round saying I was an Emperor, just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!  |