Here’s a pulchritudinous poem about the aesthetic apocalypse. Enjoy, all you “beautiful monsters” out there!
It started with one
A single caterpillar was infected
It grew like normal
And transformed like normal
And became a butterfly.
This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,
But when it came to mating,
It laid thrice as many eggs.
Caterpillars turned butterflies-
Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects
Turning into beautiful monsters
Flying throughout the sky.
The skies were made of wings,
The ground covered in dead grass
Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.