I would write a poem about Mom's 250,000th post, but we're not there yet. I should be more precise and say that I'll publish the poem I'm already writing.

It's an epic. There is a hero, a ruggedly handsome librarian who can whip out an analytic or a 008 field as quickly and as well as he can his bejeweled sword. There's a heroine, a beautiful and sexy, yet virtuous, woman who falls into the clutches of an evil monster named "fred." There's a king and a sailor and a potter and an evil wretch who creates a zombie in the tower of the long-abandoned castle and three witches and a guy who provides comic relief because his kilt is too full and too short for the windy conditions on board the ship, where he is especially embarassed when he has to climb the ratlines to rig sail. And there's horses and Gabby Hayes, who rescues John Wayne from the Picts, who bought him from Rory the Leper...Lepra...Irish Elf. James Bond figures into it too, as does Paris Hilton and Greta Garbo and Thucydides. And a giant squid. And a duckdog.

Betcha can't wait!