And here's a nice bit of, er, well, Poetry?

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This is it, and nothing more.
In other Parts it leaves wide sandy Plains;
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
Loveliest of trees the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.


Only a few lines advertising some crap that I wasn't interested in buy to enhance my Member (The politicians get paid enough now, I think!) were deleted, as the spoiled the flow of the, er, poetry....

Robin