If you think it is cookie-cutter, you have not thought about it for long enough.
Last night, I dreamt that Cleo had writing printed on her butthole and I was chasing her around the apartment to read it.
I think it was some sort of profound fortune cookie text on there.
My loveShe’s like an acorn
In that acorn sounds like egg corn
And my love
She really likes
Eggs and corn…