The Golden Boy on the Tube, from his dolt
Spiked his Presentation in fervent bear
Meaning well, his bold and corned Mouth would bolt
Approximate garments his Tongue did wear
Knowing this, only his choicest words decide
Cautious enough to maintain your Good Grade
Like this Poet - less Skeletons to hide
Yet eager to brush his lively Cats fade
Feign him then. If he capsulates the False
Though firm in my own review I could doubt
Spring mountains, stones...Much anything at all
Reap his Harvest made humbled as about.
Tell him then. His ears should coral up-front
To sip your Tears; His Feathered Friendship wont.