Forgive me in advance. Poetry–even the cheesy kind–and I have never been close friends, but after seeing some of the more recent photos…well, I couldn’t help myself.
Ode to a Normal Looking Guy
Broken latch on your backpack,
But we won’t make a wisecrack,
We find it endearing,
You won’t hear us jeering.
The everyman look suits,
Although there might be a few disputes,
We like this down home appearance,
Still, we’ll keep our distance.
You look like a regular bloke,
Although you’ll never be one of the homefolk,
That’s more than okay,
We love to ogle anyway.
So keep rocking jeans,
And comfy old sleeves,
Your fans all adore,
How you look like the boy next door.