Call the roller of big keyboards,
The muscular one, and bid him mill
In machine shops concupiscent curves.
Let the wenches dawdle in alu tops
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring alices from last month's group buys.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three encoder knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered LEDs once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her case bottoms protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.