Eclair All Gone!

I've been a fan of Angela Collier for a little over a year now, thanks to her YouTube channel ACollierAstro. I'm not the only one; She has 290k subscribers at last count. Quite a success! and enough to make a decent living from, especially when you add in her Patreon & Nebula income.

I'm not an unquestioning fan though, I can see that she is a flawed human being and has a large dark side that she keeps hidden from her audience who only see a pretty, leftist geek, with wit, compassion and real physics clout. She also comes with a rare charm that is particularly appealing to geeky, older men. She can thank that charm for much of her success although she will never admit it.

That's her good side. Her bad side is that she is narrow-minded, bigoted and acutely intolerant of anyone who doesn't agree with her. Occasionally she is also wrong. Sadly, such behaviour is not uncommon amongst those of her generation. Woke millennials are certainly dragging the world into a dystopian mess that it will be up to Gen Alpha to attempt to remedy. Good luck with that kids!

I wrote a song about her that shows her as I see her: an intelligent but damaged woman with tremendous determination, desperately trying exact revenge on older men for what was done to her in the past. A good but not great physicist who really doesn't know much else, although she is trying to learn.

Why do I invest my time and effort and effort in her? Perhaps I feel that she is the daughter I never had. Perhaps I feel that if I can reach her then perhaps I can help with the hole in her life. Anyway: Here's a cute little geeky poem made especially for you Angela: 44 anagrams of your name.

Angela Collier, a real collegian, took up biochemistry.
Perhaps a carolling eel could save a large ill ocean?
"Infect that lilac eel organ with some agile cello RNA,
And we'll get an organic allele of that alien leg coral."
But this caused analog cell ire in the ill crone algae,
"They're allergic alone!", said the all-coral genie.

Angela Collier, a clone ale girl,
Took an aloe grain cell to a real gin locale,
And using renal ale logic asked for one lilac lager.
"We speak clear ale lingo here", said the barman, "not some nail gal creole."
And with allegoric elan he summoned a regional cell
Of the local line rage, agile lore clan.

Angela Collier, had a large coal lien,
one illegal car and some real legal coin.
"I'm no illegal race!" she told the all-nice gaoler,
"Get the carillion eagle to put out a long aerie call
For a lean lilac ogre to make cleanlier gaol."
"A reeling local?", the gaoler replied, "I recall a legion."

Angela Collier, the nail gel oracle,
Made an eager loin call to her legal air clone.
"You're a lance oiler gal." said a leering local.
"You have an illegal cornea and bear the local liar gene." said she,
"I want a logical leaner, not some anal lice ogler."
"Eclair all gone!" squawked the genial corella.

Warren Mars - June 2025