Irena Delphina Hot Diggity Dog

In the parlance of engines was merely a cog

In the gearshift of life she was quite unexciting

(She had nothing to do with, say, spark plugs igniting)

Her job was more blah, more boring, more simple

She was put on this earth to showcase her dimple

And stand on her tiptoes with arms stretched apart

While posing for drawings of horrible art

Oh if only the artist could draw her an ocean

She’d sit by the sea and imagine the motion

Or maybe the artist could draw her Mt. Zion

She could hike to the top with a leash on a lion

Is it any surprise that Irena’s not pompous

When the drawings of her are so catty and wampus?

Is it safe to assume that she’ll never be seen

Staring up from the pages of Vogue magazine?

Poor Irena Delphina Hot Diggity Dog

She’s destined forever to live in this blog