A man of real mystery
Who can’t be tracked down easily
For he channels the personality
Of a leader and revolutionary
Approaching it deductively
Fairly certain he’s younger than me
For all I know he’s thirty three
And although it's fun to think speculatively
It’s really all just ‘could be’
That’s the real secret of happy
That stuffs kinda secondary
To the super fun imaginary
That he's always there to let free
But like trying to hide behind a tree
The person he is, is still plain see
With the help of little Red and Ashley
He spends his time with generosity
And speaks with a sincerity
Until his comments come to be
Happy sunshine for everybody
Although he is all about that solidarity
He ain’t just here for congeniality
Nah this bad boy’s made of creativity
He comes out flying with every story
And don’t be fooled by his passion and energy
Every tale is told immersively
Cos he’s a skilled wordsmith of ingenuity
Who can make anything into a fantasy
Don’t underestimated his tenacity
Or his standards of consistency
He’s the sort of force you have to see
And one I really hope is friends with me!
Side note - why are the leaders of revolutions normally good looking, is the that you need to be, or does the charisma sculpt the man, obviously, image isn't our Iron Felix, though for all we know, it could be, and I should have included a line about immortality in there!
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Would you let me write like this about you? A bit of a silly lighthearted poem? 
