His humor was more tuba than tumor
His landscape was flat land tilting toward escape
His direction could have used some correction
His emotions lacked motion
His thinking tended toward blinking
His talking was fluent at balking
His silence drove without a license
His vision was on a secret mission
His hearing heard only what was endearing
His prayers dissatisfied cares
His food was everything he could include or elude depending upon his mood
His manners flew rudeness and selfishness as banners
His character was always in need of a barrister
His personality was all too convincing as abnormality
His way was the only way is what he would always say
        after all was said and done before bed for fun or toil