Clerihew Soup

I tell you I like, that Wayland a bunch He'd be the guy, to be there in a crunch Not afraid of humor, he paves the way With clerihew words, he loves to play Let's talk of Eileen, the Queen of passion Her verses of pleasure, will not be rationed She causes men to rise, women to weep Many a farmer, have stopped counting sheep Then there is Shadow, who is a bright light Her name suggests darkness, but that isn't right With a pen and paper, she loves to play Out of the Shadow, poems brighten our day There is the woman Donna, she is filled with charm For her animals, she'd give her left arm Still here in the soup, she adds her own spice She's a little bit hot and a whole lot of nice When it comes to Eagles Montery's the last word She's not in a flock she's a solitary bird With her strong wings creating a breeze Verses dance on the wind with the greatest of ease I can't forget about Richard, now there's a man He teases Eileen, just because he can Yet within the humor, his clever exists His poetic talents, impossible to miss. My friend Vicky T, has brought me to tears She possesses insight well beyond her years A voice from the wilderness, please take heed Wisdom resides in her poems that we read When it comes to nature, our Nette is the girl She makes mountains quiver and pretty leaves twirl To angelic worlds she causes us to travel Brooks are helpless she makes them all babble Our Andrea she is well beyond great Her words are profound they carry such weight Regardless of form, many contests she wins She's top of the heap, before she begins Becca's a doll, with a sensitive pen She writes of the now and also the then Her words magical, a muse guides her pen Capturing my mind again and again This place amazing, a Mystical Rose A unique handle my creative friend chose Perfect for her that woman has style A perfect seven at the top of the pile My buddy Drake he has really mad skills With words like honey the airways he fills If you are lucky he'll let you co-host To him I raise a glass to happily toast Others must wait I'm running out of Rymes I will write of them some other time Until then I must wish you all goodbye Have a sip of my soup, give it a try. Inspired to try my first Clerihew by Wayland Bunch. Hopefully I have got it right.