Anna Jane

Of all the Janes I once grew,
Mary was oh so fun!
But of all the Janes I never knew,
Anna's the best one.

In just under two minutes,
I feel I've gained a mate.
It's nice you think so highly
as you explain I'm super great!

The key to my heart is joy,
but the key to all men's is food.
You might have lost some in the groceries,
but it didn't upset your mood!

You might have felt rather rash
while searching through the rubbish.
But even with all that stinky trash,
you didn't act like you were punished.

Let's keep this organized,
because I know I'm one to ramble.
You say a hundred to take you?
Let's go. Life's a gamble.

Jacob YoYoda

This dude knows all kinds of gear, a man who proudly make his own beer. From the time we met playing Dixit or last Wednesday's Pictionary, he just loves to win it with a vocabulary like a dictionary. Imagine him here on the brink of yelling. That's just his laugh, that's Jacob Lewallen.

He's boisterous, bodacious, blissful, and bold. I'm simply stunned, and solidly sold. I turn to him with programming worries, and he breaks them down into solvable queries. This software engineer personalizes my tests. Codemaster Flex is simply the best.

But this man has done some dumb things in his day, which he might be willing to tell you his own way. I wish the rest of this poem was also a roast, but, more realistically is a bit of a boast.

Oh, did you you hear the news, yo? He owns 4 types of yo-yos! And he works wood like some kind of fool, he has his own shop with, get this, only hand tools!

He's got this cat who I'll take care of tomorrow, seriously speaking, I'll do a good job though.

He's a reckoning force who might overload ya. Get ready, watch out for The Master YoYoda.

A Toast

A toast to you you, a toast to tonight, and a toast to many more. Raise your glasses to the sky and feel this in your core. Wine, Liquor, water or beer, see a friend, crack a smile then utter that familiar cheer. Cheers!

Bananas

I'll eat bananas every day,

I'll probably have a few today.

I want bananas from a tree.

I want them now: in twos and threes!

I'll eat them while I'm in a chair.

I'll eat them sometimes with a pear.

I find that snack so appealing.

I can't stop, just keep peeling.

I'll chew them roasted from the oven.

I'll mash them until they're soupy softened.

I'll have them split inside my cream,

until my pants split at the seam!

Bananas make me oh so happy.

I just want more, make it snappy!