Bobby

I met this guy named Bobby
He might have many hobbies
His guitar was strapped
The people, they clapped
and when he went home he had a new Jobby!

There once was a boy from St. Thomas
His intentions were true, this I promise
he smiled without care
with a joy in the air
I'd swear that his brother is Thomas

This guy I just met isn't normal
His attire, I'd say, was informal
Since he had so much game
Crowds thought he was insane
And now it has to end with blank-ormal
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This poem was written for me as a gift so that being said, the work is not my own.
He's quite a guy and a little out there but really sweet and chill.