The Freak

A rhyming poem about an unpopular, flirty, and ugly guy - for fun...

Boney, with freckles and curls,
So flirty with all of the girls,
Ugly to the eyes, he seems,
But still his ghastly smile beams!

The gents really dislike his appearance,
And ladies haven’t talked to him since
He cast them that worshipful glance,
And was told he didn’t have a chance…

But his horrible posture and rudeness
Cause other freaks so much distress,
And even when trying his best,
Those friends do truly protest!

But sure as he claims to be tall,
He proudly says to them all,
“I like how I’m feeling today,
And wouldn’t live any other way.”

Acknowledging that he is a freak
Serves as his righteous technique,
For realizing that he has the patience
For everyone’s ungodly dissonance.

But with manners so highly deplorable,
And a childish mind, so regrettable,
This freak comes across quite the spectacle –
A backbone so brave, so impractical…