Cursed Poem by Adamae Liege

It might sound stupid when I say it out loud,
But trust me on this he parted the crowd.
What it looked, on his feet he wore,
Fish! Which were a great eyesore.
I had great fun as I tried to decide
Which part of his outfit was worse in my eye.
His shirt looked like a banana peel
And his pants must have been made of steel.
His cloak, like a superhero, was made up of feathers
And he ran like a chicken in his shirt of leather
His head was all covered in fringey things too.
And I accidentally asked out loud 'how does he use the loo? '
He turned to me with a nasty glare
And I remarked on his shoes without a care.