Give a name or title to the above poster.

[Beverly]

Madelinacatalinahoopenheimerwatsoheimerhoganloganpogan (And there's even a song to go with the name)

Chorus: Madelinacatalinahoopenheimerwatsoheimerhoganloganpogan
Was her name -oh. Madelinacatalinahoopenheimerwatsoheimerhoganloganpogan
Was her name -oh.

Spoiler

She had two hairs on the top of her head,
One was alive and the other one was dead.

Chorus

She had two eyes at the top of her head,
One was green and the other one was red!

Chorus

She had a big nose in the middle of her face,
Wasn't very pretty and it took a lot of space!

Chorus

She had two teeth in the middle of her mouth,
One pointed north and the other pointed south.

Chorus

She had two knees in the middle of her belly,
One was peanut butter and the other one was jelly.

Chorus

She had two feet as big as a mat,
One took a shower while the other took a bath!

 

[inabox]

Beverly, you reminded me of a childhood memory. So I rename you in honour of that memory.
Beverly's new name is
Gillygillyossenfeffercatsamelonbogenbythesea

 

[tree]

Beverly, you reminded me of a childhood memory. So I rename you in honour of that memory.
Beverly's new name is
Gillygillyossenfeffercatsamelonbogenbythesea

Since it wasn't any part of my memory,
I looked it up:

That's what I found.

 

[inabox]

Since it wasn't any part of my memory,
I looked it up:

That's what I found.

Thanks for that tree [emoji4] I hadn't realised it was spelled in different words but I like it a lot [emoji4]

As I'm supposed to make up a name for the previous poster.. I name tree "Miss Ma(r)ple, The Tree Of Knowledge"

 

[tree]

For inabox: I will dub thee
Pandora, because
"There is always hope in Pandora's box."

 

[Mia]

For Tree where I would call you Pine.

The Life of Trees by Dorianne Laux

The pines rub their great noise
into the spangled dark, scratch
their itchy boughs against the house,
that moan’s mystery translates roughly
into drudgery of ownership: time
to drag the ladder from the shed,
climb onto the roof with a saw
between my teeth, cut
those suckers down. What's reality
if not a long exhaustive cringe
from the blade, the teeth. I want to sleep
and dream the life of trees, beings
from the muted world who care
nothing for Money, Politics, Power,
Will or Right, who want little from the night
but a few dead stars going dim, a white owl
lifting from their limbs, who want only
to sink their roots into the wet ground
and terrify the worms or shake
their bleary heads like fashion models
or old hippies. If trees could speak,
they wouldn't, only hum some low
green note, roll their pinecones
down the empty streets and blame it,
with a shrug, on the cold wind.
During the day they sleep inside
their furry bark, clouds shredding
like ancient lace above their crowns.
Sun. Rain. Snow. Wind. They fear
nothing but the Hurricane, and Fire,
that whipped bully who rises up
and becomes his own dead father.
In the storms the young ones
bend and bend and the old know
they may not make it, go down
with the power lines sparking,
broken at the trunk. They fling
their branches, forked sacrifice
to the beaten earth. They do not pray.
If they make a sound it's eaten
by the wind. And though the stars
return they do not offer thanks, only
ooze a sticky sap from their roundish
concentric wounds, clap the water
from their needles, straighten their spines
and breathe, and breathe again.

 

[Daydreamer]

That's it. Now, without further ado, let's begin!

 

[Isadoorian]

Daydreamer, The Dreamy

 

[Loren]

Isadoorian - Welcoming Committee Leader : )

 

[sidd851]

Loren:
Bestower of Honors,
Egalitarian Philanthropist,
and Cherished Peer.

(Can we make up one of those old-timey
coat of arms to display this?)

 

[zurb]

sidd851 - Sir Ish of Doughnut Doodles