Oh how I long to be utterly kempt
Instead of pre-planning I’d rather just empt

I never again want to find myself plussed
I want to be looked upon ever with gust

I hope to evolve into someone more gainly
Who knows she is sipid but doesn’t act vainly

I want to be capable, qualified, ept
Even if I’ve only cessantly slept

In every occasion to be wholly couth
Impeccably ruly in old age and youth

And when I am old, I hope still to be funct
To live to see magic and miracles bunked