That Wave Looks Like... Poem by Ima Ryma

My friend and I walked 'long the beach.
The waves crashed just so on some rock,
Forming a visage for us each,
Causing the two of us to talk.
'Phyllis Diller, ' my friend did say.
Yes, I could see some how and why.
Exploding up was hair look spray.
Since white hued, I thought of a guy
That had the droopy, sad eyed stare,
And a bushy moustache of white,
Which also showed to me out there,
A guy known for his mental might.

I told my friend my best theory,
Looked like Albert Einstein to me.