I have written a poem for these sad times,
No nut November, the time is nearing. The lack of nutting, I am fearing. Everyone mourns the month of November, for it is the time at which we remember, thou shan’t nut, thou shall avoid the sight of nips, lips, or butts. People claim to have survived November but we all know they played with their member. The nut they excreted, with shame they were greeted. They had felt defeated, due to their meat they beated. Videos of girls they watch while seated, they couldnt resist, the challenge could not be completed. They tried to keep their failure discreet, to avoid accepting their defeat.