His hair arrayed in a muddy brown mess,

With all of the elegance and finesse,

Of a homeless man in a burlap dress. 

 

His meticulous life well unkempt,

With a crooked smile of contempt,

Of which I never would've dreamt. 

 

His voice laced with earnest delight,

With cheerful tone that gives a fright,

Of which I'd run from, I just might.