He was a cheerwine dandelion,Mottled and ruffled in acrylic carpetry.
He was the image of a moose, Chuckling and smoking chemistry.
He was lambchops and a smile. Twirled upwards, in, and out.
He was the whistling of a tune, Athumping through the forest.
He was the yearning for a mellow vibe, As best as is prescribed.