There is little room for nuance, little room for nuance!
I tried to fit nuance in the room but there is little room
for her
She is a beastie, a small beastie, and we will sacrifice her
for friendship.
There is little room for nuance, little room for nuance!
She is drinking too much wine and spouting nonsense
She is non-partisan, then partisan, then philosophical, then
anti-philosophical
Her coat is an unappealing shade of gray
We have to keep shifting under her gaze, never quite
settling into the sofa
She is a beastie, a small beastie, and we will sacrifice her
for friendship.
There is little room for nuance, little room for nuance!
While stirring soup, she makes us question our gender roles
We cannot even open a can of beans without wondering who
made the beans
Our politics are in tatters
We can’t make love without pondering socially conditioned
power dynamics and potential archetypes activated by the presence of a phallus
She is a beastie, a small beastie, and she lives in the
attic and cannot be slain.
