Well, thank Ye, Mi 'Lladia Dystopia; However, I shall attempt to be more eloquent now, in honour of Blake...
Furry Butt, Furry Butt, in the night,
Ye can see, by it's moonlight,
As eyes doth see, and lips do gasp,
What hands, do dare,
It's dual globes grasp?
Heavenly orbs, in earthly danse,
As one walks, and one doth prance,
My consciousness in ecstacy,
I honour thee, on bended knee;
Grant me the vision,
Of thy glorious division,
At crack of dawn, and evening dusk,
And may me soul, be made whole,
By the scent of sacred musk...