See, see the holy sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Adrienne do you
Wonder why the tired ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel M&M.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your scrabblerot facial growth
That looks like
A moist.
What’s more, it knows
Your cheese potting shed
Smells of eggs.
Everything under the big holy sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm aardvark.