His Body, pink and massive! His face, one of mosaics many. Yes, He is a theme much coveted in art advanced. By artists in studio, in creative freedom.

Paint the many pink faces of the body.
Paint on a canvas blue of spirit!

Oh, Grande was his shape.
“Olé! Olé!” they sang!
And the hairless pink creature danced!

Is He there?
Shining pink,
in the gray-area?

Is He there?
Under the bridge,
gazing into your soul?

Is He there?
In the hallway,
in your nightmare?

How He became so big, no one knew, ‘cept perhaps Ulvic!