She towers over me near twice my height,

A vixen of impressive strength and size.

She flexes; Valkyrian in her might.

My torso seems quite smaller than her thighs.

Her breasts each are greater than my head,

Her fur in red and white seems without end.

Her tail so large I'd use it as a bed,

Her gloved black hands and feet could mean my end.

And yet she sits alone on a great stool,

Consuming mug of beer like it's a shot.

Approaching her seems the action of a fool.

Her beauty though, well, now, how could I not?

And so I dare to face giant's disdain,

And greet the huge, lovely Becky Cascane.