Dear Aunt Leonard

Were you aware that rainbow light comes through your hairs When you're out gathering pears And small pieces of nearby chairs Being blown around by the tornado Dance around your head in a way that makes me want to not throw a tomato And little winged beetles with wings made of lace Swarm in a halo, your outline they trace And small invisible animals climb all over your face But upon closer inspection they are marching in such a direction As to be a sort of million bug vection celebrating your flawless complexion And they'd vote you as queen if they had an election And were you aware that when you are bare It verifies the rumor That you're the opposite of a tumor And heart-shaped floaty things glide through my vitreous humor?