An ode to rb

Rb, we like you
Mostly for all the things you do
You make us happy when we feel like poo
we really do like you

At times you can be flimsy and frail
Like that time nev rolled all the dice and you had to bail
There the time dowaito did something with your keywords, and you went home and decided to wail
Boy, you are so flimsy and frail

There are times you are easily abused
Like the time photonut messed with everyone's karma, didn't you feel so used?
"Actually, that happens every week. . . " the author mused
You almost deserve to be abused

Rb, we really do like you, although our amusement is fading
Your value is waning
And your feature request list still waiting
Hopefully you're never put on the group's list of hating

An Ode to Fridays

Why won't you come sooner
Freedom?
No. Friday.

Ode to Bob Ross

Bob, your hair is so inspiring;
Your friendly little fan brush so...friendly;
Your happy little trees so...happy.

We are all glad that happy little trees cover a multitude of sins.
We are glad we don't ever make mistakes, just happy little accidents.
We are glad that any way we want it to be is just right.
We are glad we can do anything because it's our happy little world.

Well, the little clock on the wall says we're just about out of time. Happy Painting and God bless.

Ode to Nev (with apologies to "So I Married an Axe Murderer)

"Please give me more time",
he cried in a spare moment.
Does this poem rhyme?