Her home is the Midwest
But dreams of Britian
A Yankee and an anglophile
With stories she's written

Her name is Amanda
She cannot do math
Geometry and Algebra
Incure her wrath

What sort of things
Does Amanda like?
Books and music
And her mountain bike

English prose
Is what she adores
Reading tales
Of Pirates and Whores

Well, really just Pirates
Like cool Captain Jack
He loves the Black Pearl
And just wants it back

She adores "Harry Potter"
Sirius Black is her fave
But Amanda was put off
When he went to the grave

"Pride and Prejudice"
Is a favorite book too
Reading of true lovers
And Mr. Hurst playing loo

Her beloved pillow
is shaped like a trout
His name's Fitzwilliam
And he's no lout

She's a fan of the Discworld's
Vetinari and Vimes
The poem is over
because nothing else rhymes;)

Queen of the Airplanes
Bids you adieu
Aloha, Adios
And toodle-loo

Okay...that is the most cracked out poem in human history. More than "To a Waterfowl" or any Walt Whitman crap...

mutters darkly about poets who joined the Medical Corps to get into other guys's pants*

Any way...umm that's me. I am now nursing a new obsession with Terry Pratchett's "Discworld" series (I loff the City Watch) and am working on "The Truth" and will try to finish it after my AP exam crap is done.

Thank you.

Good day/morning/evening/afternoon/midnight sun

Amanda
The Evil Yellow Day Moon

Remember: Today is a Good Day for Someone Else to Die!