Nuclear Rabbit

Sipping into a vintage leapord skin ankle low dress
Gliding over it a tasteful pair of purple see thru panties
With other knights of the defloreum, gracefully wielding my angel pitchfork
Set out into the night to lick the onlookers and perform mass cultivation
Boy would my mother be proud
Oh, how my sisters giggle with splender
If they could only see how pretty is me