Here's a little housewarming poem for IAKG (and Kleclere)! Enjoy!


Over the threshold and through the door,
To KG's house they go,
They strip off their clothes and wiggle their toes ...
(Where this goes ... nobody knows ).

Turn on the stereo! No, they're not going to sing,
They're tossing pillows on the floor,
Where they can toss and turn, and get rug burns,
Then stop and go some more.

With KG's baiting , Ken's a waiting,
What is he holding there ,
Don't worry, mein kline, they've got plenty of time,
It's her house and no doubt they'll share (the pictures of course).