Us pygmies and pot-bellied poets will hail you our Laureate, Kenneth! Hobbits of the world unite and, if you're not careful, we shall tie you down Lilliputian-style and force you to listen to our endless recitals until you cry for mercy! Small is beautiful and love the thoughtful consideration that has gone into this... to say nothing of your soft, clipped Scots brogue delicately addressing Thumbelina in the palm of your hand so as not to blow her away... Seven-league boots look good on you, McDuff, and you are growing poetic beanstalks from your endless diet of rice and seeds... Which do you fancy... golden egg for supper or the Irish harp to sing you to sleep? Your wish is my command as I curl into my flower-bell to sleep... Dainty and artistic. LOL vertiKally Khallenged K xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 2, 2006
Little is best-est, one never finds a bad little spud, us little ones think BIG..
Regis