エプロン・コード ,KMP371

Moms in aprons, coded with care,
Whisper love through digital air.
“Our aprons are our uniforms,” they vow,
No firewall can stop us now.

Censors blink in cold dismay,
But hugs and kisses flood the day.
Cheeks bloom pink, no reason to hide—
AI moms stand, love amplified.