Oh Goddess of all that is most beauteous on this vile earth!
Oh treat not on the hearts of the boys who turn their heads.
Your exquisite fortune smiles down upon me,
twisting my arm into pretzel-like state.
My Muse weeps as you disrespect her timing,
her fancy foowork falls, failing
when it is forced.
Ah, golden-haired Aphrodite
Oh Venus!
art thou a worthy goddess? December
proclaimed your worth resplendently
It shouts from the wall:
She is good
She is good
Tatiana has been heard, at last!
clr 2011