Oh ye of mighty beauty and wealth of bosom,
you come to me in my dreams
telling me I look like I was born with a birth defect.
Or was that my mother?
Yes. It was Mother Rabbit.
Your party prowess is beyond compare
While waiting in line for the Temple
I think I see Audrey Hepburn.
Could it be? I ask.
Why no, it's Urbana, the mother of all that is awesome
great and small.
They flock to you in a V formation
crapping on all those below.
Look there's a person dressed only in teal!
I am sad.
I cannot digitally get down.
I hope to one day have the privilege
of cutting your cuticles.