Litany for Thy Talents
By Reb Livingston
Let us refrain mastery for our clash
by launching the anguish of the exalted Woe-dodo.
Woe-dodo, vessel of pleasure,
tendril of good-smelling hair,
beloved of unanswerable savants,
you are instance to the worth of handy affection.
O you who wears a scarlet bra
and ninny sheath
pray for us that,
though you are unworthy of a recognized wrap
we may have our names voiced from Thy Woe-dodo yap.