There once was a girl from Wyoming,
who sat in the corner, mouth foaming.
She had such great hope
for a beautiful soap,
and sent her mind out about roaming.
The soap smelled of flowers and fruit,
the colors to match, such a beaut.
Alas, for a quirk,
a mess was her work,
astonished and left her plain mute.
Ana lives in a desert in the Big Horn Basin of Wyoming with her husband, a ginger-headed daughter, a son, and stinky dog Ana loves creating stuff and sharing her creations. Alas, she's not so great at writing in third person. Ah, well...