This here is the ballad of Ayumi,
a Magical Girl who owns the power
(dang, I wanted this to rhyme, so sue me)
uh, I mean, the power of wit and glamour,
and above all thoughtfulness in the face
of evil forces like Hegemonies
in looks and class and sex and faith and race.
It’s not necessarily done with ease,
but somehow, Ayu, you pull through.
You improve the world, existing in it,
(or at least my dashboard) really, it’s true.
Also! This isn’t a sonnet, there’s no couplet”