This is a story of a creature named Handsome.
Now some say he was
And some say he wasn't.
But Handsome to me
Was just like a cousin.
He was always kind and always good.
Thinking of people whenever he could.
Some people, however, did not see,
The beauty of Handsome that was never to be.
People I'm told are quick to judge,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem