Heidi and Friday

I have a girl I named Heidi.

Heinlein made one up called Friday.

Heinlein’s girl was artificial,

made from Beauty’s clone,

powerful, ingenious too,

sensitive and brave and special,

quick to break an evil bone,

and tirelessly true.

Heidi, on the other hand’s a

person not without shortcoming

(but even Achilles had his heel).

To praise her wants more than a stanza—

dozens of poets, bands and drumming,

for Heidi, Oh! She’s real!