Her modeling career cut short
Prompted a career of a different sort
She began building rockets
Putting bolts into sockets
And all of this because of a wart!
She loved roving the green hills of home
Yet she dreamt of the accents of Rome
Ciao, bellissima!
Red sauce on arapaima!
But it was her native hills she longed to roam
There once was a girl so dainty
That all her clothes could be called quaintly
She wore frilly lace dresses
Under cascading long tresses
To her ire, it made her look saintly
He took his cow off to market
But didn't know where to park it
No spaces found he
None that he could see
So he headed home, saying, "Aw, fark it!"
He took his cow off to market
The beef exchange, he was hoping to spark it
Loud bids did he make
All for a steak
And on his cow the price he did mark it.