> I'm also thinking that this horse has been badly beaten to death as
well...

when a horse is down, flog 'em!!!! ;)

        Propanity

  A little tank, beneath my floor,
    Contains a gas that some deplore ...
  A gas that smells like Eau d' Skunk
    Or rotted cabbage in a trunk.

  And yet we use it every day
    For cooking, cooling in some way;
  Throughout this land and countryside,
    It's used in homes, both far and wide.

  Why, even in our homes on wheels
    It's often used to fix our meals.
  It can your food, both heat and cool,
    As long as you don't play the fool.

  A bottled bomb, Pandora's box,
    A genie's boon, or cursed pox?
  It all depends on how we treat
    This gaseous source of traveling heat.

  Our comforts hinge on this, we find,
    So much we can't leave it behind,
  And there bespeaks dependency
    On this so-called Propanity!

;)
unca joel