Once a poet from North Carolina
Was so lovely I think she could blind ya.
When she turned thirty one
Tears fell from the sun
Who cried, "Now I'll never outshine ya!"
Happy birthday, Pony. I know I said I'd write you a haiku, but a limerick is what wanted to come out. Celebrate madly.
I'm taking the liberty of spreading the word of your genius, my dear. I hope you don't mind. Please, friends, family, and whatever strangers happen upon this blog, check out this marvel and these marvels.