Vlad’s the first Undead Baby (although James was our first FR baby), but I think he was born in Bride of the Undead Thread. It was during our first spaceflight; Bob could probably find it in his links.
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Vlad, Usurper!
Vlad, usurper, slurping up,
Existence from his hidden cup,
To spring forth, welcomed by the throng,
Who worried about what could go wrong.
And here we see him, well-prepared,
To meet his audience, and be shared.
He seems to accept the focused light,
With equanimity, which is right,
For is he not of noble birth?
The first child born above the Earth,
As travel takes him on a path,
Of upward spirals, (Do the math!)
We shall watch, and bide the hours,
‘Til the child displays his powers,
His iron fist so velvet-gloved,
Because he has been so well loved.
NicknamedBob . . . February 25, 2006
Great poem—UT is such a place of joy for me!
‘Face, maybe you need a nap. How long do you usually sleep if you turn in early? Ben Franklin used to say something about a nap making two days out of one. (Or maybe it was another fella.)