Yowsa! Now THAT is poetry. Ye Gods. How do you do it, man?

I can just see DS writhing in the grip of envy over that one. I bet she will pretend she thinks it's no good, that's my guess. Yup, and then there's Spaw. He could just die when he reads that stuff, knowing it has attained a height of perfection that he will never reach.

I mean, hell, the man owns Weimaraners. Weimaraners! That tells you a lot.