This is just a quick excerpt from an english project that I was particularly proud of. Enjoy : )

The only one in there without a pout
Because he had himself all figured out.
His hair was soft and shined up with some product,
He was well-tended and his lips were turned up.
Widely sought for his romance advice,
The girls in school thought him without a vice.
With parents most traditional and wealthy,
He wound up in the councilor’s, though healthy.
They though his state a curable condition
And considered straightening him their mission.
With no heed to their pettiness, he soared,
Ambitious, witty, tasteful, and adored.
This new age might take him as he was,
No one would think to question who he loved,
Or so his daydreams rested as he sat.