I have no interest in being Poet Laureate of The Mudcat Cafe. I have already been named "Poet Lariat of Mississippi" by His Majesty Khing khandu of Mississippi and that is such an honor that being Poet Laureate of The Mudcat Cafe pales into nothingness by comparison. It's sorta like comparing a hangnail with being hit in the head with a sixteen-pound sledge hammer. What that comparison has to do with the subject of this thread, I have no idea, but at least it doesn't have anything to do with cat farts.