They Call Him Bobby

He danced into my eager heart, when I first saw his face.

Overwhelming compassion flowed, a smile with no disgrace.

A prince so fair and charming, working in such a sundry place;

I watched each week viewing how the script would be embraced.

On the screen, he wielded mesmerizing magic for the ones he would meet,

From the lowliest of lowly, he'd snare the villain from cold hard streets.

In a rumbled angel's voice, candid wit and humor rolled off his tongue.

He's wiser than most kings of men; his virtue streams from Solomon.

Pure, chaste, vigilant and calm, undaunted in his cause to find the truth;

Charm prevails in every word, thought and act he undertakes to construe.

How could anyone who watches this hour of such poised noble grace;

Not fall in love with a man, whose name is 'Bobby', passion's flowered vase!



 

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