Alas, you see who this is,
His girth is a part of who he is…
Not always in tune
Being round like the moon,
He’s accepting who he is!
Note the American flag,
Prominent on his shopping bag…
For all those on foreign,
Shores—don’t let Old Glory sag!
Seems to be wearing denim pants,
Faded and shortened (a chance)…
Look at the smile
In him there is no guile,
But he has a cane–don’t ask him to dance!