} You can put her in a bowl and use her as a punch,
} or you can have her serve your mom a lovely twelve-course lunch,
} Or you can have her type your papers and stir-fry your clothes,
} Or even turn your mumblings into finely-polished prose.
} Or she could plant your garden, or she could fix your pipes,
} Or she could comfort you through all your groans and gripes,
} Or she could build a palace, or find your one true love,
} Or she could hold your chalice in a black and silken glove.
} There's much that you might ask her, but one thing you must not:
} You must never ask to join her on her tiny, wooden cot...