An Ode To The Big O

Inspired by Lady Steed's mom's friend.

Big O, Big O, Big O W
Do you know your first two initials spell ow?
Big O, Big O, Big O W
Do you know why your mom's name is Lady Steed?

(I don't think this'll be a rhyming poem.)

Big O, do you know
That S-Boogie calls overalls you?
Big O, do you know
That S-Boogie has your rock?

(She'll give it back when you marry her.)

Big O, do you know
That your dad likes to rant and rave about body mutilation even though he clarifies that he is not comparing male circumcision to female circumcision?
Big O, do you know
That you will probably never have a body piercing of any sort, at least until you are eighteen?

(Perhaps you can give S-Boogie another gray rock instead of a diamond when you propose.)

Okay, I will admit, it is not sweet. But it's avant garde and post-postmodern, which surely the Big O will appreciate.