A Poem About That One Support

Oh Blitzcrank Dear Head full of metal and heart made of gear

What do you see, my friend? Does that Urgot catch your eye? Do you wish to pull him, to his end? I am going to die.

You yank the enemy near and my asshole is a creampie You reverse peeled their Udyr and I am going to die.

You pull this and that Ignoring what I have said My pants I have doth shat Now I am fucking dead

Much to my dismay, you find Junglers, Bruisers, and Tanks oh my Pulling them straight onto my behind I am going to die.