I met a traveller from Montana land
Who said: Two lithe and nubile starlet legs
Shake on the telly. Near them, like a douche,
A Thicke pervy visage lies, his leer,
And swollen bits, and sneer of cold Blurred Lines,
Tell that public passion’s dead
Yet survives on these tasteless things.
A foam hand, a dry hump, a hammer lick’d.
And among the base these words appear:
“Her name is OhSeeMileyAss, skank of skanks:
Look on her twerks, she Miley, and despair!”
Of that colossal dreck, shameless and bare
Wrecking ball boredom stretches far away.
(With apologies to PeeBee)