kanadalainen
A pint of dark matter, please.
As an unperfect forward who doth populate the Yutes
Who with his relentless fear of El Nino is his part,
Or some fierce Lurch – (the unknown fellows cheer themselves with small jokes),
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own canine heart.
So they, for fear of coelacanths, forget to say
Descriptions of a ceremonial hockey’d fight,
And in their Yeeted town, their crowds seem to decay,
While we, O'ercharged with chicken of thine own KFC might.
O, let our Zone looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of our sad yute-ish host,
Who plead for love and look for recompense
Lost their howl that tongue more hath express'd.
O, learn to read what Helly’s glove hath writ:
To hear with eyes glued to 80 inch screens’ fine wit.
