I’m sparkly garbage

Left out in the rain,

With dinosaur jimmies

In the folds of my brain.

I’m Disco Dennis,

The classy granddad,

But I’m still the momma

Who keeps it all rad.

I’m a hole in a sock

In a dish of dead ants,

And a mystical space spook

In old tie-dyed pants.

I’m a happy old cloud

Watching over the world,

And the Overlord of Doom

With my great wings unfurled.

What I’m not is a woman,

What I’m not is a man,

What I am is the broccoli

Who brings the party to the pan.