Kevyn Wulfpube
Kevyn
howls for an emochick who's also halfelf.
Tho' he sure wouldn't tell to elf off
the sofabed a Romulan Maid Marian
in burglar's togs.
Kevyn
hearts larping: not a Chun-Li chanteuse,
but coswargames that sartorially fuse
Owayadata X Owain Danwyn.
His truth.
Kevyn
is Rudolf Hoess of dungeonmasters. 'Venger
is love' wrought above cast iron gates of his sorcerer's
CZ. Whosoever wrote 'Treguard woz 'ere' skaven
have flayingly gnawed.
Kevyn
the DM that's never slid into any Elfvira's DMs.
In his nightmind's John Landis contact lens,
he's lupine Pepe La Pew, skunkwolven
in high cel dudgeon.
Kevyn
howls Owayadata, no womb for his cubs!
Padding on a Galilee of galactorrhoea, Dianatrip-
ping along wipedout milkfloat's mångata , lycan
gong lit.
Kevyn,
Steppenmongoose mage, or what 'airy 'e was,
was foxphalanxed, fogbolstered Merlin
X solo Ozzy Oz,
twirlyn his swirlyn goatee l/ Plato Flintstone
in a mancave of shadow gods.
He loves his new job
as a guard dog
at Games Workshop.