There was once old swimmer named Diggity
Whose woo came off just a tad wiggity
So, when he made a pass
Girls would say, “Kiss my ass!”
He did think them to be rather biggity.

Our dear Hothar is by now in spirit
With a love song for those who will hear it,
And, lucky for him,
Those would be Seraphim.
Their embrace, his warm heart doth endear it.

With no motive to sling pipe a lot
Hothar’s someone whom love life forgot,
So would you give a dam
For where Diggity swam?
And, do truncate his first name to Hot!