HA! I didn't mean to make fun! I loved the part about the kite, though. It's like when one is trying to rhyme with "orange." Can't be done. Spondylitis, hepatitis, tendonitis, where my kite is. Those are the ONLY things that rhyme with it.

Thank you for the poem - very nice. And I smell just fine, thank you very much.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. -Albert Camus