KKK

Kano and Kennedy, what a pair!

They both have such magnificent hair!

Both struggle and work and ones real buff.

Even though some of the times can be tuff.

But todays blog or eulogy

Is not about there idiotsy

But more to be added to ones great poem

Type Type Type recalls a small gnome.

Today is the second of the six of the year

P-day is the day where none have any fear.

Except me and my life and my spiritual gear.

It’s all down trodden by the sound in my ear.

Type Type Type is the sound that is near.

Which sound drives and brings me to tears

The sound goes on for hours it seems

With no end or mercy for my pleas!

End please end, the sound of keys

My ears there bleeding! Ohh cant you see?

No mercy no give two hours proceed

As the type continues my companions nose bleeds

The day is drawing near to an end

My P-day my free day is in need of a mend

Due to time lost in UAA’s computer den

Ohh my gosh look at the time, the sun draws low,

As the clock strikes ten.

For this day is done and the type goes on

Kano and Kennedy Kill with their song!

My loved ones, my friends, and to all who might see.

Remember, remember  it was the KKK that done it to me!