On Wednesday, March 15, 2023 at 1:44:09 PM UTC, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> ***DISCLAIMER: THE FOLLOWING POEM IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL. ANY SIMILARITIES TO PERSON OR PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.***
>
> THE SAGA OF JORDAN T. CHASESCOTT
>
> Uncle Isaac took his belt
> And gave Young Jordy 40 welts.
> Jordy grew to like the whacks
> And Uncle Isaac’s touching acts.
>
> Isaac Chase thought that Jordy was cute
> 'Specially dressed in his new birthday suit,
> Isaac squeezed his love handles
> Then blew out his candles,
> Bent over and let out a "Toot!"
>
> Isaac pulled his nephew's pid
> Sucked him dry then tongued his hole;
> Nephew Jordy was just a kid
> When he first straddled Isaac's pole.
>
> Isaac rode Jordy bareback at seven
> And cornholed him big-time at eight
> He left him creampied at eleven
> And went back home to masturbate.
>
> Isaac groped little Jordy on Friday
> Isaac sucked him off Saturday night
> Isaac fucked Jordy six times on Sunday
> Yeah, his weekend was going alright.
>
> There's only on "t" in "Sonnet."
>
> Isaac nailed Jordy on summer's day.
> Beneath the willow by the backdoor gate:
> He squeezed his lovebuds, then he had his way
> But quick release cut all too short the date;
> Sometime too hot the elder Chase becomes
> And often spills his load ere passion's dimm'd;
> Where is the joy in picking Jordy's plums
> Or planting kisses in his grass untrimm'd
> When shorts are cream'd and flaccid members fail?
> Thou Jordy's willing, Ike gave up the ghost;
> Still discontent, he fondles Jordy's tale,
> For tis the ass enamors him the most:
> So long as Isaac still has eyes to see,
> He'll strap one one and stick it to Jordy.
>
> Isaac chased boys when he was a toddler
> He chased toddlers when he went school,
> He made brownies with them as a young man,
> Stirred their pudding until he would drool.
>
> Isaac chased little boys on the playground
> Although he was a middle aged man,
> Donkey punched till his mudpacker turned brown
> Tho he preferred to say it was tan.
> The Jordy Factor
> a poem by Will Dockery as told to NancyGene
>
> Jordy’s a good sub for dead Lady K
> He jiggles his ass and says it’s foreplay
> with my massive moobs that even young Clay
> has to admit that he’d like to sashay
> in the chorus that kicks on LeGents parquet
> floor where Jordy and I rolled ‘round in May
> when he visited us to show us his fey
> manners and though his family’s rich, hey,
> I’m not too proud to say that I’d lay
> him for free and he won’t have to pay
> for extras like hi there’s, night-nights and oy veys.
>
> Isaac Chase was a pixie I knew
> Who diddled his widdle nephew,
> Jordy pulled Isaac's pud
> But his pud was a dud
> And now poor Isaac's sack has turned blue.
>
> When Jordy was just a wee laddie
> He'd pull down his pants for his daddy,
> Uncle paid him a call
> And buggered him raw
> And Jordy cried "Uncle Ike had me."
>
> Isaac had a young nephew named Jordy
> Whose tuchus he simply adored, he
> Got Jordy to bare it
> That he might then share it
> And buggered the boy while he roared "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"
>
> Uncle Isaac didn't care for his mommy,
> His classmates found him a bit balmy;
> It was said that the lad
> Flicked his Bic for his dad:
> Now chows on Nephew Jordy's shalomi.
>
> Uncle Isaac desired little boys
> He thought Jordy had exquisite poise
> For a boy not yet ten
> (He preferred boys to men)
> And a man must have what he enjoys.
>
> Little Jordy was sugar and spice
> So his old uncle didn't think twice
> About dipping his pole
> In young Jordy's piehole,
> Boston cream never seemed worth the price.
>
> Uncle Isaac's an internet troll
> Who fingered his nephew's dunghole,
> Isaac stuck in his thumb
> And made Jordy cum
> And cried "Hola, Will -- I'm on a role!"
>
> Isaac corked up Jordy Chase's bunghole,
> Chocolate cha-cha'd til morning was nigh;
> Gave his nephew a sloppy Picaso
> He's a fart knockin', mud packin' guy.
>
> Jordy Chase bought his uncle a butt plug
> In the hope that he'd leave him alone;
> Isaac plugged up his hole
> And such joy filled his soul
> That he plugged Jordy's hole with his own.
>
> Uncle Isaac's a middle aged twit
> Who's been found competently unfit,
> For it's said he enjoys
> Gallivanting with boys
> And dipping his dick in their shit.
>
> Isaac buggered Jordy in the bedroom
> Isaac buggered Jordy in the car
> Isaac buggered Jordy in the Men's Room
> Of LeGents', Shadowville's favorite bar.
>
> Uncle Isaac chased Jordy around his first crib,
> Uncle Isaac "fed" Jordy and splooged on his bib,
> Isaac changed Jordy's diapers for open-crotch hose
> Then he buggered the toddler and jizzed on his nose.
>
> Isaac cornswabbled his nephew's dinky
> Pulled his joystick as if he played Pong;
> Dipped his poo jabber till it got stinky
> And nicknamed his dong "Donkey Kong."
>
> When Jordan Chasescott was a lad
> His Uncle Ike wanted him bad,
> With the youth in his sights
> Isaac gave up his nights
> To baby sit straddling his 'nads.
>
> Uncle Isaac was more like an ant
> Who would crawl down young Jordy’s pants.
> Jordy’d wiggle and scratch
> But Isaac attached
> Himself with coagulants.
>
> Uncle Isaac ignored his niece, Judy,
> Who didn’t have quite the same booty.
> So Judy was spared,
> And stood there and stared,
> While Jordy got it in the patootie.
>
> When Jordy went on Price is Right
> His bung-hole shown like a nightlight.
> He said it was Uncle
> Ike and Garfuckles
> Who implanted in him a Lite-Brite.
>
> Uncle Isaac hosted family for Easter.
> He told his sister he’d feast her.
> They ate honey baked ham
> And rack of young lamb
> While Isaac dined on Jordy’s keister.
>
> Isaac Chased Jordan Chasescott
> From when he was just a young tot.
> Isaac gave him a ball
> and that wasn’t all,
> for his undies had X marks the spot.
>
> Uncle Isaac would pat Jordy’s buttock
> And soothe him to sleep with some smut talk.
> As Joey took vids
> And entertained bids,
> Little Jordy’s cradle would rock.
>
> Uncle Isaac said let’s play Cowboys,
> For riding is one of my joys.
> I’ll be Roy, you’ll be Trigger,
> As we gallop with vigor,
> And Jordy, you’ll make whinny noise.
>
> Isaac liked his nephew Jordy’s rear view,
> From whence Jordy did his #2.
> Jordy did #1
> And Isaac said, son,
> That not what we Commies doo-doo.
>
> Jordan Chasescott had a gluteus--
> That Uncle Isaac said was beauteous.
> Isaac said drop your pants,
> Give your Uncle a chance,
> To give you a rub that’s salubrious.
>
> Uncle Isaac and Jordan would read nursery rhymes
> About Commies and sex and YouTube crimes.
> Jordy learned about jails
> And Joey’s porn sales
> While Isaac performed pantomimes.
>
> Isaac Chase’s “love dared not speak its name”
> So Jordan was written into Internet fame.
> Isaac thanked Will and Zod
> And committed job fraud
> While Jordan Chasescott bore the shame.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was naïve
> Of what Isaac hid up his sleeve.
> Isaac gave him a bath
> While he did the math
> That at least he wouldn’t conceive.
>
> Little Jordan Chasescott lost his way.
> Uncle Isaac yelled, “I’ll save the day!”
> “Take off your pants
> And I’ll do a belt Dance
> On your butt ‘til you can say
> Uncle!”
>
> Jordan Chasescott’s derriere
> Would get lots of sun and fresh air.
> Uncle Isaac would blow
> And Jordan would know
> That he didn’t need any beachwear.
>
> Isaac Chase was childlike and hopeless
> And hung out with folks who were soapless.
> Isaac took Jordy’s hand
> And said I’m your man,
> But no one can make me grope you less.
>
> Jordan sits in Isaac’s lap while they drive,
> Isaac is 49 and Jordy’s 25.
> Jordy said it’s U-turn,
> Isaac said how I burn
> To lay rubber on I-95.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was expertly groomed
> After visiting Isaac’s bedroom.
> Jordan had a strong yen
> To trade Barbies for Ken
> And to keep his small tuchus perfumed.
>
> Stout Joseph was pen-pals with “Price is Right” Jordan.
> Chasescott Jordan offered photos to Stout Joseph’s warden.
> Pics of Will Dockery
> Made Stout Joe a mockery,
> Since his dad wore just a bleue cordon.
>
> Jordan Chasescott would cover his hiney,
> But his Uncle still wanted to dine, he
> Would tell Jord, “Look squirrel!”
> Jordan’s pink toes would curl,
> And Uncle’d declare that was fine eats.
>
> Isaac Chase tried to buy his young nephew,
> But his sister wouldn’t sell and was deaf to
> Isaac’s sad pleas
> To give Jordy a squeeze,
> So Isaac nailed him and said “Guess who?”
>
> Young Jordy wished to play with some girls,
> But Isaac said girls make me hurl.
> You should have a guy
> And then you’ll know why
> I dress you in ruffles and pearls.
>
> Jordan Chasescott tried to be what he’s not.
> Uncle Isaac told him that to be gay was hot.
> Isaac Chase said come here
> And I’ll fondle your rear--
> You’ll remember the things you forgot.
>
> Isaac Chase dearly loved his nephew and tried
> To kiss Jordan Chasescott’s tiny backside.
> Jordan said, Uncle Ike,
> Could I have a new bike?
> So Isaac gave him a banana seat ride.
>
> Jordan scorned warnings and read
> Playboy Magazines stashed by his bed.
> Uncle Isaac then stressed
> Don’t look at a breast:
> I have Playgirl for you instead.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was teenaged,
> And therefore his Chase hormones raged.
> Uncle Isaac said, “Yes,
> You look great in that dress,”
> And thus Jordan’s doubts were assuaged.
>
> Uncle Isaac Chase worked a part-time job,
> And the rest of the day his body would throb
> For his Nephew Jordan,
> And in Nephews he scored in,
> The most views of Jordan’s hobnob.
>
> Uncle Isaac Chase was in great haste
> To see that Jordan was disgraced.
> Isaac said his hellos
> To Zod-Dockery beaus
> And Jordan Chasescott was debased.
>
> Uncle Isaac L. Chase had a goal:
> To occupy Jordan’s butt hole.
> Isaac Chase said, “Bend over
> There’s a rare 4-leaf clover,”
> And Nature walks soon took their toll.
>
> Isaac Chase liked playing physician
> With Jordan Chasescott’s health condition.
> Isaac said, “Don this gown,
> On the table face down,
> And Jordan lost all inhibitions.
>
> Isaac told Jordan he’d teach him to shoot
> And to fish and to dive so he wore his swim suit.
> Jordan brought his cap gun
> But he was outdone
> When Isaac shot up his patoot.
>
> Jordan complained his dear Uncle
> Would stick to him like a carbuncle.
> Jordan Chasescott would cry
> When Uncle Isaac would try
> To sneak into Jordan’s bed bunkle.
>
> Isaac Chase liked school and the Weekly Reader.
> Isaac ate up the tales of Johnny the Apple Seeder.
> Then Jordan Chasescott was born,
> And Isaac was torn
> Between fruit and bottom-feeder.
>
> The Chase family loved Isaac’s work.
> He could have stayed home, just a jerk.
> But he worked phones part time
> And earned him a dime,
> And Jordan Chasescott was a perk.
>
> Uncle Isaac knocked on Jordy’s door,
> Said they’d reenact Chase family noir.
> Uncle Isaac said come,
> But Jordan had none,
> For Jordan was a mere child of four.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was LinkedIn
> To the Isaac L. Chase den of sin.
> Isaac said we’ll resume
> Work in my bedroom
> And Jordan learned market penetration.
>
> Uncle Isaac took Jordy to see
> The statue of David in Italy
> Isaac said the male nude
> Put him in the mood
> And Jordy’s fig leaf was so wee.
>
> Isaac and Jordan wore pjs
> Which made it convenient for bjs.
> There were traps front and back
> Which dropped with a whack,
> So that Isaac could teach Jordan 3 ways.
>
> When Isaac was at Jordy’s home,
> His fingers and hands ached to roam.
> He said, “Jordy, the magic is
> In all my adjectives,
> And you’ll be my no comments poem.”
>
> Jordy was home on the range
> Where he and Uncle Isaac would play.
> They’d also play deer rut
> And Jordy’s little red butt
> Would be sore and dark cloudy all day.
>
> Jordan would sing “Happy Trails,”
> But Isaac would say “Happy Tails.”
> When Jordan got gas,
> Isaac pinched his sweet ass.
> We don’t need to give more details.
>
> Uncle Isaac enjoyed babysitting
> And his devotion was unremitting.
> He would treat Jordan’s butt
> Like a chocolate doughnut
> And polish it off lick and splitting.
>
> Jordan Chasescott liked to read
> Uncle Isaac’s Communist creed.
> Jordan said let’s be poor
> And Isaac said, more,
> We’ll share your butt according to need.
>
> Uncle Isaac bought a Chinese balloon
> And gave it to Jordan for his room.
> Jordan flew it over the U.S.
> And it was shot down as the newest
> Blow toy that made Isaac swoon.
>
> Isaac L. Chase researched YouTube
> But not for looking at big boobs.
> Isaac said, my dear Jordan,
> I’ve already stored in
> You a lifetime of oil change and lubes.
>
> Isaac L. Chase reached out far
> To make young Jordan a star.
> Ike encouraged porn poetry,
> Despite knowing that he
> Was publishing Jordan’s memoir.
>
> Jordan Chasescott liked his men
> Manly like Isaac back when
> Isaac Chase showed him photos
> Of where sun’s rays don’t go
> And Jordan was porn born again.
>
> Isaac extolled Jordan’s butt hole--
> To display at State Fairs was Unc Ike’s goal.
> Unc Ike shaped and grew
> Jordan’s butt hole into
> The shape of a large mixing bowl.
>
> Isaac Chase sent Jordan a Valentine
> That said “Sweet Nephew, Won’t You Be Mine?”
> Isaac bought candy and flowers
> And it was only two hours
> Before Isaac gave Jord’s butt a spit shine.
>
> Isaac took a pic of Jordan’s hiney.
> He thought it looked like a Modigliani.
> Isaac said, “I won’t sell
> This picture so swell,
> But it sure makes a great Valentiney.”
>
> Isaac Chase tried to rob the Chase bank.
> He said it was his and he ranked
> Far above peons,
> And had done so for eons,
> Plus he had to fund Jordan’s young flank.
>
> Nephew Jordan Chasescott wanted trucks
> For Christmas but Isaac said, “Shucks,
> I’ll give you an erector set
> When I get the projector set,
> And Joe Stout can make some big bucks.”
>
> Jordan Chasescott went to college--
> He wanted to know carnal knowledge
> From more than his Uncle Ike,
> Who rode him like a dirt bike,
> Uncle Isaac being the source of his downfallage.
>
> When Jordan went off to San Diego,
> Uncle Isaac cried out, “Oh, if so,
> You’ll never find the like
> Of your lech Uncle Ike,
> Who has cream cheesed your salty round bagel!”
>
> Uncle Isaac couldn’t write or even read.
> He was subsidized by his family as need-
> ed, because he was slow
> he played with Jordy (you know),
> and the next gen of perverts took seed.
>
> Uncle Isaac went shopping for toys
> That he thought would teach male skills and poise.
> My Own Dominatrix
> Taught Jordan enough tricks
> To pay off Uncle Isaac’s friend-boys.
>
> Jordan Chasescott was good pals
> With Joseph Stout’s young guys and gals.
> Jordan said, “I’d sure like
> To pose for you, not Unc Ike,
> But Isaac owns my genitals.”
>
> Isaac L. Chase said hello
> To all the old guys he might blow.
> He got some replies
> And in Jordan’s young eyes
> Uncle Isaac was mucho gusto.
>
> Isaac was called Magic Ike.
> Ike had all the moves Jordan liked.
> Ike took off his clothes
> And strutted and posed
> So Jord stuffed some bills up Ike’s pike.
>
> 49 year old Chase was a merry old gay,
> A merry old gay was he.
> He called for his job
> And he called for his nephew,
> And was hung up on both of these.
>
> Isaac Chase loved his years in Turkish prisons,
> Where his lips and his butt fairly glistened.
> He sent Jord to Turk Camp
> With a “best used by” date stamp,
> And Jord’s skin was daily conditioned.
>
> Uncle Isaac toured London, England,
> Where some of Jordan Chasescott’s pings land.
> Isaac said, “Same to you.”
> Jordy said, “I knew you blew,
> Since Unc Ike, you’re a Queen in a King’s land.
>
> When Isaac Chase
> Comes sneaking in,
> When Isaac Chase
> Comes sneaking in,
> He will soon disrupt Jordan’s slumber,
> When Isaac Chase’s urges win.
>
> Isaac played doctor with lambs,
> But they grew into truculent rams.
> Then Jordan was born
> And quickly was shorn
> For Uncle Isaac’s sheepish exam.
>
> Jordan was taught run, hide, fight
> When Isaac appeared in the night
> But Isaac was a poof
> Dressed up as a doof
> And installed in Jordan a taillight.
>
> This little Jordy’s on the market
> This little Jordy’s afraid at home
> This little Jordy was roast beef
> This little Jordy was buns
> This little Jordy cried OWW, OWW, OWW
> When Uncle Isaac came to his home.
>
> Jordan got hives
> With the sound of Isaac,
> The sound that he heard
> Many times before.
> Isaac fills Jordan with the name of Uncle
> And he’ll spring once more.
>
> Jordan, how does it feel
> To be at your home
> With an Uncle Gnome
> Who’s without a poem
> And his hands will roam
> And your name’s well known?
>
> Jordan was sixteen, going on 17,
> He was too old for Ike.
> When Jordan was 5,
> Ike said I know that I’ve
> Got 10 years to do what I like.
>
> When Isaac’s eyes were leering
> Jordan knew to run away.
> When Isaac’s eyes were peering
> He would lead young Jordan astray.
>
> When done with his calls
> And Isaac is high
> He sneaks into
> Jordan’s bedroom.
>
> Nights are long since you ran away
> I wasn’t wrong to teach you 4 play
> My Jordy
> My Jordy
> Your Uncle misses you.
>
> Gawk and send for pictures
> of Ike’s little nephew Jordy
> On the down-low
> Just as though
> Ike was on his knees
> A million pre-teen pictures
> Joseph Stout can deliver
> Once he comes back
> From being sent up river
> No stock pics of Jordy
> And these are all yours royalty free
>
> Isaac’s Love is for the very young
> Every bath’s a wishing well in Isaac’s view
> But Isaac’s Love can slide out of his fingers
> So if Jordan’s clean, Isaac still can play peek-a-boo.
>
> Isaac, Isaac, nephew eater,
> Saw Jordan, became a creeper
> He put Jord’s name in AAPC
> And made a joke of poor Jordy.
>
> Pat a butt, pat a butt, trust fund man
> Say same to you as fast as you can
> Roll it and smoke it and mark it with an I
> And give it to your nephew to keep him high.
>
> Little Boy Jordan
> You are so forlorn
> Your uncle’s in your bedroom
> And he’s into kid porn.
>
> Where the toys are
> Isaac waits for Jordan
> A leering face, creepy embrace
> Two arms to hold him Uncle-ly.
>
> Tiptoe in Jordan’s bedroom
> Or by the window, peek at Jordy
> Isaac slow-mo’s through the pictures of Jordy.
>
> Who can take a nephew
> And smother him with hugs
> Who takes on his nephew’s name then covers it with smut
> The Isaac Man, The Isaac Man can.
> Jordan was born the next of kin
> Now skin to skin
> To an adjective sin
>
> Something in the way you groomed Jord
> Impacts him as the police discover
> Something in Jordan’s bruises
> Isaac, you may not want to leave Jord now
> But you know you’ll be jailed anyhow.
>
> Isaac is the face in the security light
> His footsteps ping down the hall
> The love he dares comes out this night
> And Jordy’s barely learned to crawl.
>
> What a day Isaac’s had
> In the nude, he is bad
> Why, it’s almost like being in Jordan
> There’s an Uncle sucking face
> And his name is Isaac Chase
> Why, it’s almost like being in Jordan.
>
> Isaac Chase sought to be President
> But since he’s a permanent resident
> Of Jordan Chasescott’s behind
> And thus is maligned,
> He had Jordan swallow the evidence.
>
> When Uncle Isaac was living in squalor
> And not rich like he is as a Caller
> He looked for new ways
> To hold starvation at bay
> And would sell Jordy 5 for $1.
>
> Uncle Isaac got more of a bang
> From his nephew than if in a gang.
> Isaac said, “You’re my gong
> And to bang you’s not wrong,”
> So young Jordy continued to clang.
>
> Uncle Isaac worked on his CumHammer brand
> So he gave young Jordan a manly backhand
> Jordan started to cry
> And Isaac yelled, “Aye!
> I will teach you to come On Demand.”
>
> Uncle Isaac has fished off the family pier
> Ever since he saw nephew Jordan’s pink rear
> Isaac tied his own flies
> For no other guys
> And was cast as Jordan’s gondolier.
>
> Uncle Isaac said to Jordy, “Hola!”
> But he really was saying “Hole Ah”
> Since he loved Jordan’s rear
> He gave it a cheer
> And drank it with Rum Coca Cola.
>
> Uncle Isaac sat on a ball
> Uncle Isaac had to make calls
> Little Jordy could wait
> Until Isaac was straight
> Until then he endured Isaac’s mauls.
>
> When Isaac diddle, diddled,
> Little Jordan would piddle,
> And Isaac would dream of communes.
> Isaac gave Jord the shaft,
> Jord tried to report,
> But Isaac had found his new poon.
>
> Uncle Isaac would frequently lend
> His nephew to Friends, Romans, Countrymen
> Jordy’d say, “Whee!
> I do this for free,
> For it all comes out clear in my end.”
>
> Isaac and Jordy had squishmallow fun
> Rolling around on the bed one-on-one
> Jordy said you’re my pillow
> Isaac started to billow
> And said I will now squeeze your buns
>
> Jordan Chasescott was a curious kid
> So Isaac did what Jordan’s folks would forbid
> Isaac took Jordan camping
> And ended up glamping
> Jordan’s flap all over the grid.
>
> Isaac Chase
> Why are you sitting on your nephew’s face?
> We’ll help authorities to make their case
> Isaac Chase
> Your forepart is pumping
> You’re good at nephew humping
> Isaac Chase
> Jordan is seven and you are a Chase disgrace
> You have nephew love
> And you are not above
> The sex offender database
>
> Ike's a poor little poof who’s a Donkey’s prey
> Bwah, Bwah, Bwah
> Ike's a nephew creep who has made him gay
> Bwah, Bwah, Bwah
>
> Shout, Shout, Joseph A. Stout
> It’s be five years before you get out
> Isaac Chase wants to take your place
> But he can’t go to prison and keep a straight face
>
> Shout, Shout, Pimp Daddy Stout
> It’s be five years before you get out
> Pout, Pout, It's time to take your place
> Being pimped out, how will you save face?
>
> Ike was wrapped ‘round Jordy’s dinger
> Uncle was a Nephew clinger
> Living life in ease because he’s slow
> He thought what he did was fellatio
>
> Isaac liked to spoon and knife
> Though he had no one in his poor life
> To kiss and hug and make a baby
> But he knew that Jord would grow and gay be.
>
> Isaac had no friends so looked to his folk
> And without his family Ike would be broke
> Jordan was there to take care of his urges
> And to spoon with Isaac during adjective surges
>
> Jordan Chasescott resented
> His Uncle when he got in his tent, said
> “Uncle Isaac, could we
> Not be knee to knee
> People will think you’re demented.”
>
> Isaac Chase traveled to Mexico
> To sell his nephew to Texaco
> Jordan want to be
> A proper lady
> So Ike gladly sold Jord’s sex for dough
>
> Stanzas to build a life upon:
>
> Uncle Isaac sent Jordan to Tor-
> onto to be a moose whore
> Isaac said cross the border
> You are now a male order
> And will live in a box with a door.
>
> Jordan Chasescott had both love and hate
> For his Uncle who used him as bait
> For friends to say hello to
> And enemies to eschew
> But at least he wasn’t Joe Stout’s cell mate
>
> Isaac grew up as incel
> A man taught don’t ask and don’t tell
> Until Jordan appeared
> And this may sound too weird
> But Ike’s dreams are now in pastel

A poem for all humanity!