When Llyr did state opinions odd,
Of Sharpies marking 'pon his bod,
'T'would bring a gale of laughter fine,
From many mouths, including mine.
Then came a day when chance did find
A fellow UFie state his mind
Perchance to pun upon the name
Of our good friend, the one, the same
Llyr whose Latin ne'er sounds wrong
melod'ious as an instr'ments song,
his misadventures, thoughts did sire
That Llyr the Lyre might be a Liar. (the 'original' perceived pronunciation)
But soft! The rays of light appear
From words of his that were sincere
No more the chance that he's a cur
No Liar the Lyre, he's simply Llyr. (the correct pronunciation)
The decade since these words were penned
Through trials and angst the lad did wend
So happily, I must concur
Congratulations, Doctyr Llyr!
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