A curious lad is our Perdix,
Who often sees fit to despairdix.
For his sister was fond
But when tightening the bond
They became, not two ones, but a pairdix.
There once was a maga, Laetitia.
When kissing, she’d take off a bit of ya.
When embracing, she’d rip
Off your legs at the hip
And when bedding, well, she’d not consider ya.
Our Somnex is one sleepy fellow,
yet when waking he’s certain to bellow:
“I’m a warlord of might,
and shed blood every night!�
but by lunchtime, he’s once again mellow.
I couldn't help myself.
Nil wrote it.
Not to be pedantic.
“tight’ning the bond”
Also, I might suggest “pair d’icks,” running with the license that the vaguely Frankish nature of the Andarien tongue gives us, but perhaps Nil isn’t quite so dedicated to his craft.
I figure you're smart enough
I figure you're smart enough to elide the 'e' all on your own. Apostrophes are just CHEATING.
Also, for shelving under the gay porn section:
A Savacion named Loratus,
knew a move, which with ease, each time brought us
To our knees, in a daze,
Struck to earth ‘neath his gaze—
All of that, and he never once fought us.
There once was a poet named Nil,
Whose verses could please, but not thrill.
He seemed modest at best,
But when put to the test,
He was swift to move in for the kill.
Nil is quite so dedicated. I
Nil is quite so dedicated. I just think he'd object to using the word "ick" in any context. Not to mention "yuck", "ew", and "bleh."