i used to write poetry but i got stuck and wrote a horrid little poem about my dog drooling while i was having dinner, i titled it The Dog Drooled on the Floor. And it went something like...the dog drooled on the floor, then i heard a knocking at my door, as i ran to answer the door, i slipped on the spit and fell flat on the floor, so who is to blame, me the person at the door, or my dog for drooling on the floor...seriously i gave up writing for a long time, no negative comments please, i know it was a horrid little skit. I did write some nice things about trees and ect,. Anyway i dally between drawing and writing, also i enjoy dancing, but