It wasn't anybody's concern
Absolutely-not-how-
Generous he was or how wary
How divided others were now.
They said of his moods he's testy
His manner was tried and robust
His eyes are gaudy yet slinky,
Their nebulous is of the darkest.
But some found him just a delight
Those that weren't newsworthy libel
Saw him a capturing blight.
Who'd never buckle in under a fight?
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