Me? I’m God. To you, I’m a pretty dumb bunny.

When I hear your bee ess, My bee like, “W.T.F.?”

I’m blue-boxed,bubbled inself-absorbedterminals.  

Wind me up, watch me close, listen – what makes me tick?

Since she was a young chick she’s preferred plain to print.

Her summer mind wanders to fresh blue- berry pie.

Only a lioness can make him sit pretty.