He’s the life of the party.
The dancing flamingo in pink.
He prances and dances
To wide-eyed swift glances
That always end in a wink.
He would never insult other people.
Although, that’s a matter of choice.
His tone is deceiving, but
Not to the grieving.
To those he softens his voice.
Like a scout he’s always prepared
With a hanky stuffed in his trow.
He’s ready with knives
To save husbands and wives, alas
Please just don’t ask him how.
This fellow is never easily stressed.
He’s the personification of calm.
He’s so laid back he’s flat
Like a squashed trilby hat and
Ready with quick wit to charm.
He’s rich and vibrant with tongue.
His diction stands him apart.
He can wrap you in tape
With a well worded jape, ‘though
If your lost he’ll leap back to the start.