Song of the LoT

[Gn2Dlnd]

I came here to write a poem,
It needs words that rhyme, but I don't know 'em
For brains and smarts, LoT has no lackage,
Now write a line about Kevy's package

[Moonliner]

A mighty serpent once woken caused potent words to be spoken, mostly begging for lotion.

[Gn2Dlnd]

- quoth Kevy, "Or, perhaps a potion. It ain't workin', it might be broken!"

[Cadaverous Pallor]

So why did I come here today?
It's not like I have much to say.
Looks like Gn2 is saying hey.
A post in Open Mic, hooray!

I must respond without delay.
A Kevy penis joke, oy vey.
A redirect I shall convey.
It better be at least ok.

Rhymes are an easy game to play.
I'll keep it easy if I may.
A full 12 lines from me? No way.
I've typed them here and here they'll stay.

[Gn2Dlnd]

So, now that you have joined the fray
Direct the poem, so it won't stray
Towards Kevy's peen, no, stay away!

Uh, dreidel, dreidel, made of clay.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

orange

[Moonliner]

orange

Orange you glad our central thesis is no longer Kevy's penis.

[€uroMeinke]

Black

[lizziebith]

Back in black
And white
I've lo[s]t
The will to fight the pull
Of pencil on paper and
The past.

[Snowflake]

Pants

[Morrigoon]

Posts on LoT! I sing, I dance!
Why must it involve Kevy's pants?
We could discuss SCAEagles' ham
Or which lurkers are on the lam

Facebook has its charms I guess
Like Kevy in a sweet pink dress
Or Euro wearing shiny pants
So back we come, hurrah, let's dance!

[Motorboat Cruiser]

I must admit, ham references
Always make me smile
There are simply some things
that never go out of style

Such is the case with the LOT,
An eternal spring of mirth
Much like Kevy's privates
and their exaggerated girth

[Kevy Baby]

My junk ain't that big
It's all a big lie y'know
But thanks for the love

[Gn2Dlnd]

The sleeping giant
Awakens and looks around
Do not meet its gaze

[lashbear]

A Bear and a Stoat, oh so gay,
by Facebook got stolen away,
Of faith, have no lack
that they'll surely be back,
to wish 'Bith Bithuthda thuth-day'


Now dearest, observe, if you can,
why became of our dear Susie-Ann?
Mary Poppins, they say,
whisked her up and away,
like a sock-puppet YAGE (self-ban).

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Who's the leader of the club that's made for you and me?
L-O-U, N-G-E, of To-Mor-Row-Eee!

No wait that's not a leader's name, that's the club you see.
L-O-U, N-G-E, of To-Mor-Row-Eee!

L-O-T......L-O-T....
Forever let us hold our (virtual) banner high HIGH HIGH HIGH

Clique along and type a song and join the jamboree.
L-O-U........U'll come back real soon!
N-G-E........Eeeeee.....ok I have nothing for E.


of To-Mor-Row-Eee.

[lashbear]

�� When you visit L. O. Teeeee,
Makes no difference who you beeee,
Everyone your heart desires will come to you.

If you heart is hot in Oz,
Cold in WA, or in Wiscos,
When you're on the lot you feel more comfortably.

Fate is kind, she drew us all to here,
the lost, the geeks, the queer,
the pancake eeeeaters..

Like a bolt out of the blue,
LashPair trips are planned for you
When you wish upon a star, your Bears Come... True !!

[Gn2Dlnd]

CP and Lashbear win the internets! Wow, wow, and double-wow!