Song of the LoT
 

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

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

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

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.

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.

orange

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

Black

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

Pants