Special Del-iva-ry.

I am reminded of a sonnet I wrote for the amAHzing Victoria last year:

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My Diva’s eyes are not as dark as Cher’s,
And if compared to Whitney or Celine,
Her wardrobe’s not as fabulous as theirs.
Nor are her bodyguards so awful mean.
Aretha has more soul, by troth, than she.
And if I were to measure by Mariah,
Although my Diva hits a mighty C,
Ms. Carey, I would warrant, can sing higher.
O, Dolly Parton has a nicer rack,
And Barbra’s more dramatic from the start.
But yet, for all my Diva seems to lack,
It’s she alone who’s laid claim to my heart.
And so I think her beauty twice as rare
As Whitney, Bette, Celine, or even Cher.

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Apologies to William Shakespeare.