All gosh upmost joy she much so
has, kindly exploding out of
her ice cream sundae heart
topped with quips and smiles
while spinning effervescent futures
or singing laughinations out of
I-dare-you presents or geysering
forth with heartacious good will.
From upper, inner wheremost
emerges bouncing and penetrating she,
who can jump a moon or be one
without or with a cow or three.
Breezy of soul, a dreamer of whims
that go wham and ideas that go am, she
and her wand zing out angel dust from within
to make stiffness and topsies turn dancingly turvy.
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