Ode to Jones.

There is a girl called Lauren Jones

Whose beauty doth elicit groans

from every man with any stones

(behaviour she rarely condones)

Jones’ work? It's quite the bore,

But numbers she sure does adore.

Dissertation day, she’ll take the floor:

“These DATA you just can’t ignore!”

Her bestie, one Ms. Ashley Mogg

(who co-writes for their cool weblog)

Knows Jones quite well (her love of dogs)

(her favourite spice) (her fear of frogs)

Mogg knows Jones, sure, but loves her more;

How big a glass of gin she’ll pour,

How much she cares about the score

During “friendly” games of cards (or war)

Today Ms. Jones turns twenty-nine

And with old age? A nose for wine,

A knowledge of both interior design,

and living on the poverty line

So CONGRATS to Jones (and her man Nick)

And their small pup (who is a prick)

You’ve made it through the thin and thick

(thanks largely to the friends you pick)