Thank You Card Poem by Daniel Bowyer

His rythme is poor, and his timing ain't good
But in his heart, the boy is good
I've read many a riddle
And a story or two
They say that he is rotten through
His folders full of broken rules
That show all of his broken tools
Not much of a smile
And not much of a suit
But he can't leave till the book is thrown
He talks when hes angry
But is quite besides
His mood seem to be, consistant as tides
We give him back hand thank yous
To avoid being nice
Then we wonder why, his attitudes ripe
Still he'll walk these aisle
Till he signs his own mile
His attitude is poor, and his face ain't good
But in his heart, the boy is good