Ode to a glob of putty under my armpit. O, putty, how I love thee. The shape of your body, Your stench of old pee. O, putty, I enjoy you so, How much I love you None will know. Your beauty, your softness, your shape - Just right! Oh, how I wish we could just take flight... Onto your world, and frolick, we would! O, Mr. Putty, we really, really should.