Logan's Epic Poetry to Dyllon

My Co host Dyllon
You have the spirit
Of a star trek alien
Named Dy-lon
From the planet Poo-Pon
Where the females make the males wear duct tape skirts
You claim that it hurts
These duct tape skirts
Especially when you receive text message alerts

My co-host Dyllon
You love men with a Bromance so strong
You think upon me all day long
As you sing songs
About getting your groove on
On the dance floor
With chicken-like monsters
All night long

Mt co-host Dyllon
You speak with the clarity of a clear solo cup
And with Animalistic passions of a newborn pup
You ask me what's up?
And my world turns upside down
Like a small child falling as he runs from a frightening clown

My co-host Dyllon
You are more than a Hans fill-in
You are my sun-baskin Alaskan
Who married my flyin-hawaiin friend
Who will have a son named Logan
Who will pown the zombies
When the apocalypse comes upon the world
But will you be worried, no
You aren't a valley girl
You are my co-host Dyllon