Have I, or anybody, ever told
Of tales like this, so young and sweetly meek
About this boy? A boy so brave and bold
That slept inside a tent for days and weeks.
This boy was wild but silly. Kids adored
His style, too suave and cool. A smile so bright,
It helped along that global warming. Bored
He never made us: stories full of fright!
But full of crap that boy was, spewing lies
And stories false. We hate his guts so bad!
We wished he’d die by car or plane so high
Above and crash, then burn. We wouldn’t be sad.
Beware! If you do see this boy come near,
Remember all the lies! Do give a leer!