Some say she's wondrusset,
Kimora the sacred spud.
With style and starches, whimsy and wit,
All wish to be her bud.

Some say she's spudorable,
Kimora the sacred spud.
Her spudliness is the stuff of fables,
It's embedded deep in her blood.

Some say she's a superstarch,
Kimora the sacred spud.
Zalydd will follow her in a brisk march,
Until he tires and falls in mud.

Some say she is russeternal,
Kimora the sacred spud.
Elaniara feels the awe internal,
She will water her with a flood.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Mayan, in the year 1003 AF.