Would you like to hear a lame and belated limerick?

A spritely nymph called Miley Cyrus,
both vomitous and vaguely desirous,
dry-humped Betelgeuse
while a fringed, furry moose*
twerked despite a case of mono virus.

(*And by "moose," I mean "bear".)

Where are the giant people-eating sandworms when you need them?

That poor bear clearly needs bed rest and lots of liquids.