More: Having taken on this fiendish AAABBA rhyme scheme meme, I've been gleefully scattering poems at the blogs of others (and some more from others have started popping up here in various comment threads as well). I'll add links to my verses as they come online...
Unlooked for gift from Lori I see,
Such praise from a poet in East Tennessee,
(Quite undeserving though I be)
If you're seeking a secret admirer
This Valentine's Day, you should hired her,
You'll be in cross-stitches, just take it from me!
There once was a cow from New Hampshire
A poet inspired, for damn sure
A rarified wit, and a ham, her
But Sitemeter gives me a pleurisy:
It says that she comes from New Jersey!
Perhaps that's to confound the spammer.
For Randy, whose Genea-musing,
Illuminates posts of his choosing,
Conducive to eager perusing,
So now let us praise,
His most generous ways,
It is he we should all be enthusing!
Craig Manson, the Geneablogie,
Though he lives where the gold rivers ran free,
Now prospects for lore in ancestry.
With his posts he reveals,
Old wounds that he heals,
A service to kin and to country!
A Man with Dolls is Tom MacEntee,
With curios diverse and plenty,
To my cabinet proudly some sent he.
And with captions he's deft,
For rhyme has a gift,
Erato herself must have sent thee!
I must confess the Apple of my eye
Is not Macoun, nor yet a Northern Spy,
But she who's tree I often wander by,
It's clear she's given family roots and wings,
And though it's she to others praises sings,
There beats a noble heart, let none deny!
Unique among buffs is this fine Charlottes-villain,
He's unmoved by manoevers, knows that war's about killin',
Black confederate myths to debunk he's most willin'.
A fresh look at our past offers Civil War Mem'ry,
(And fresh templates as well, he's gone through 43),
His High School is blessed, makes me wish I were still in!
Oh, dinner at Dum Luk's, a feast of delights,
You'll flip for his fruitcake, in single serve bites,
Which I can attest, for Dum Luk's overnights.
His way with a wok is a wonder to watch,
He marmalade laces with single malt scotch,
You're bound to find something you like when he writes!
Three cheers for Bill West in New England!
And his penchant for distant kin minglin!
(Though this meter his tongue sets a tinglin')
A droll wit, ever wry,
So with poetic praise him I'm singlin'!