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