Here's a poem I wrote for @Mr. Peanut. He requested a poem, but I'm sure he didn't expect this...
Mr Peanut: that’s his name.
Y’all know him as the same.
Well this peanut man, I’ll tell,
Isn’t looking rather well.
One morning he found on his head
A rather large and shiny egg.
His hair grew straggly, and thin,
Less than it had ever been.
“What a surprise!” said he
But continued on his things three
(People, life, and himself)
And put his brush on the shelf.
Things were worse on T.W.S.
Where everyone was aged much less,
But that didn’t stop peanut man
From doing all that he can.
Every day, the forums glow
With all that he has to know,
Helping teens with his advice,
And spreading variety like a spice.
In all the world there can’t be found
A man just like him around.
He does art, breathing, tech,
And helping all of us young wrecks.
Oh Mr Peanut is genu-ine,
Honest, caring, and so kind.
Even though he’s had it tough,
He doesn’t let it make him rough.
I think that we all should be
Grateful for his cool goatee
(And I should say as well
That he makes this site so swell).