I posted this as a response to a micro War on FORKNI-L yesterday. Cousins and Addicts just can't understand what I *don't* see in LaCroix.

Sony Tristar owns LaCroix and must take full resonsibility for him. (I certaintly don't want him!) Kyer (and various financial institutions) owns herself and can be commented to thru: [email protected]

> AH HA!! She's turning, she's turning--we've almost got her!
> <Poster name deleted for privacy>
>giggling fiendishly

Actually, LCs already turned me-- specifically my stomach. (sorry about this. I know I'm no poet--k.)

I shot an arrow into the air...
It landed in Lacroix's derierre.
He turned and bared his fangs at me--
Heart set on rending my soul free--
I smiled and said: "Twas not intent,
'twas only mid-air accident."
He growled, and rumbled mighty sore,
(you see, the bolt was wooden cor'd),
And flew as if he was a bird,
(seems he did not trust in my word),
but had to stay his vengeful hand,
as I'd just dined from Garlic stand.
The garlic reek was more than bad,
(which, I for one, was mighty glad!)
So glad, in fact, of losing terror,
I shot another-- quite in error.
Now, this was too much of another,
So ran I for Janette's knight brother.
Nick frowned at me, and named me 'pest',
But did for me his very best.
Aristotle's special care,
Safely got me outta there.
And now I live midst desert pics,
While happily writing little fics.

So you see, LC and I just don't get along very well.

Grinned, Kyer