Happy Birthday, Peachy!
To the lass named for the for the succulent citrus orb,
We are told one grew to such a gigantic size—
When poor James lost the things in which the magic was stored.
We are ourselves on this unable to believe our eyes,
The baby girl has blossomed into a most lovely flower.
An angelic face neath the gold tresses,
Those eyes can hold you with their power,
And a voice that is as sweet as honey as it express
Her thoughts, her feelings, her dreams, her desire:
Today is her birthday, what should we bring,
What does this fair maiden really require?
You know I believe she’d be happy with just anything:
As long as it came from her friends her on the forum:
So wish her Happy Birthday, and many more of them…