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We’re All Icons Now
Is there anything left that isn’t iconic?
Each sports hero, actress, and tummy-tonic
Now let The People say “iconic”
Each recipe and coffee colonic
And every writer said to be Byronic
And let the reviewer chant “iconic”
Famous lovers, erotic or platonic
Mountains and islands, and plates tectonic
And let The Newsies type “iconic”
Animals natural or bionic
All weather systems, calm or cyclonic
And let Mr. Meteor cry “iconic!”
Every magazine is stuffed with “iconic”
Which any Byzantine would find ironic
And let the Romans cry “three dimensions!”
Wait...dimensions…declensions…these don’t rhyme with iconic…
Oh, and don’t forget that for every reviewer every writer weaves that same old layered tapestry of…something or other
And when you go home tonight just be sure to hug your children
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