Virtually Faithless Poem by Sandra Black

He is virtually faithless
I can promise you that
He flits like a bee
And should be scatted like a gnat

He sips sweet honey
He seems very funny
His eyes bulge out
When tears run out

He sways his green bottoms
And waddles to the spot
He dances like he is a wild top
His tummy rumbling all the while

Oh I cannot be angry too long
This guy just makes
Me break into a song
Oh my soul for him does long

But he is virtually faithless
I can promise you that
He flits like a bee
And should be scatted like a gnat