He was a simple guy
ordinary and common
not to jolly, not so sad
just a mediocre Lad
The boy wore black glasses
taped up on the corner
like any normal nerd
had hair like a foreigner
he is a P.C. Wiz
can do any quiz
ask him, who is 'John Deere'?
he won't have any idea
No chance of romance
he can't even dance
he's a total dimwit
he's a, 'Typical Twit'
Poor guy. Quick lets do a make over for him turn him into a prince! Patricia
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What I love about people like this is that, when you get to know them (if they let you) , they are often the best, most interesting people on the planet! And, not to worry: one fine day, his princess will come! : ]