It finally happened. PZ Myers has turned 50. In celebration of his attainment of the half-century mark, PZ's friends, acolytes, and minions are showering him with propitiatory poetry. The celebration is going on over at PZ's Pharyngula. Some of the poetry is pretty bad, of course. In that spirit, I offer the following:
There was a squid lover named Paul,
Whose obsession made others' flesh crawl.
“The spineless,” he said, “dance about in my head.
To their tentacles I surrender my all!”