Curved guardian of bridges, strength in elegance, embraces the sky with a gentle bow, standing firm yet poised in graceful tension.

We are a pair of identical twins who never part, yet we have no heart. We both have necks but never a head, and we’re always empty when you’re in bed.

Don't have a bone to pick with you but go see Gimili so we can get down and grind

Curved and slender, in pockets it hides, Holding strands in graceful guides, A tiny dancer in your tresses, Locks away your messy stresses.

I measure giants, but have no size, Justice I seek, though I have no eyes, Musical steps, where my value lies.