The Legend of Lissy Mars

In a cosmos vast and wildly creative,
A star gleams bright, unique, and native.
Her name? Lissy Mars, delightfully peculiar,
A moniker kissed with charm, cosmic and lunar.

Born Melissa in the late 1900s’ glow,
Her grandmother shortened it long ago—
Lissy, it stuck like glitter to glue,
Years later, Mars joined with a celestial hue.

In the hills of West Virginia, her legend begins,
In a house that whispers of history within.
One hundred years old, it hums and it creaks,
An artist's haven where inspiration speaks.

With degrees from West Liberty and Boston’s fine halls,
Her work travels beyond academic walls.
From Harvard to MIT, her talent shines,
In blending old and new, creative visions align.

Her mantra is clear, a creed she creates:
“Improvise, discover—no room for debate!”
Digital precision meets analog flair,
Each project infused with soul and care.

But her brilliance extends beyond mere design,
To stories of creatures with eyeballs that shine.
She naps with intent, a "snoozle" she’ll say,
Dreaming up wonders to craft the next day.

The galaxy of Lissy is ever-expanding,
A universe of wonder, never demanding.
She invites us to join, to orbit her stars,
To dream, to laugh, and travel far.

For in her journey, the legend’s clear,
Lissy Mars leaves stardust for all who draw near.
A tale still unfolding, a story divine,
Written in creativity's endless shine.