Lots Younger Brother
Not many know of Lots brother
Named Notso, (I think it is Dutch)
God would talk to Lot quite a lot
Sadly, to Notso, not so much!
Notso would stand outside staring
At Edith, (That's Lots wife, by the way)
Made of salt, she was stiff as a vault
But quite tasty on food they say!
The cows would lick her hair a lot
It stuck up from the attention,
From then on, called a "cowlick"
Something I thought I'd mention
Anyway, Notso had an affair
With Edith, cowlick and all
Jealous, Notso showed Lot a lot
He was a salty dog after all!
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