In Which John Roling Takes His Turn In The Birthday Barrel

John Roling, how I met you makes me laugh.

I don't recall just why, but some of us

Had come up with the zany, made and half-

Baked notion what was needed one day was

A pic of Oliveri all in drag.

Demurred he did, but told us all to look

At some twitpic in which, per that there tag

You rocked the Hooter's girl costume and took

The prize. I knew that any crazed and brave

Such soul must be my friend, and now you are.

Delightful man, who showed me how to save

Myself and friends from choosing a cigar

We'll hate. And it's your birthday now, today.

O Greyhawk68, enjoy your day!

Here Come Some Special Boys

I realized to my chagrin this morn,

As I was listing off those who've inspired

Some sonnet silliness when I, forlorn,

Did find myself too clueless or too tired

To think of what to write -- they've all been guys!

Not one tweepzilla girl has helped me out!

So I put out a call to them. Surprise!

Not one has come through yet, but with a shout

Mike Oliveri in falsetto tones

Came gallant to my rescue, and his friend

Was man enough to dress the part. He owns

A sonnet once again. I won't pretend

I wasn't just a little shocked to see

John Roling's Hooters drag, though. Mercy Me!