Astarte, Holy Isis, Diana,

 

  unknown nymphs of wood or wave ,

 

all encompassing Nut,

 

 whose gracile arch holds up the heavens clear.

 

  of such fierce womanhood I would hear.

 

 But ever does my old lyre Wish to strum,

  Only for that bulbous bum.

 

 Hittite badonkadonk! Great ass of Akkad! 

 

Whose forebears defied the might of pharaoh ,

 

 roll down those Chinese silken robes,

 

 Let me see you drop it low.