i_am_sabbies_cats sabbie out to play went jesus and mort jsut like little cats ought but jesus into a puddle flounded and in trying to save him mort nearly drownded but through hardships they earned the knowledge they sought .:standing back from her work to get an overall, scholarly view of things:. ok, well, i like the way it rhymes, and the imagery is good, and the twist at the end was, i thought, quite clever. before you reach the last line you think that the heros, or protagonists in this case, are cats, but when you get to the last line, that knowledge is questioned abruptly. are 'mort' and 'jesus' actually pilgrims? monks? individuals on a search for god, or knowledge or indeed the holy grail of intellectuals, the 'meaning of life'? who, in seeking their goal have 'flounded' many times in the 'puddles' of temptation and wrong paths, or just plain misinformation? it the poem actually a metaphore for life's journey from birth to death and the lessons learnt inbetween? or is the last line just a reflection that the author ('poet') had gotten 4 lines into it and then got stuck, and the esoteric nature of the last line merely the only line of any 'sence' that could possilby be placed in 'rhyme' with the other lines in the limerick-style poem format that the hapless author had stupidly chosen ahead of time? .:breaks down into sobs:. i... i jsut dont know! 010617 ... baby satan it's okay. you don't have to know. it's better that you don't. trust me. 010617 ... sabbie baby satan, your beautiful. of course i trust you. inplicitly. .:grins:. does that make me a baby satanist? 010619 ... Sol I am we and a plural or myself and alone i am together because forever i am none and one and all that i am and can be 010619 ... somebody . 040310 what's it to you? who go blather from