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There's a boy  named Caleb Vanderleek
Who thinks he's cool, but is really a geek.
He's all charm, class and a bit of wit
And also the suave he'll always emit.
He listens to Sufjan, day and night,
And has your back during a fight*.
His eyes match the colour of his shirts,
And makes me laugh so hard, it hurts.
He never seems to hear what I say,
And is easily offended, but that's okay.
He plays a mean banjo and barry sax,
And is musically talented to the max.
I tell him that I live to see him bail hay.
But really, I mean I love lis'ning to him play.
Sometimes I think he resembles a farmer,
But really, he's quite the charmer.
He warms my heart and iPod too,
And gives me food, right on cue.
I'm proud to say we're an 80% match,
And he's stuck to me like a shoulder patch**.
So don't mind that I've been shot by Cupid,
'Cause I'd for him, I'd go to the Land of Make Believe Stupid

* Or when Nick picks on you.
** ....?