Gob Callo: The Saint

What can you say about a man of his stature?
I real stand-up fellow, a real dog-catcher;
A person you MUST adore,
As much as you love a cold sore.

This prize, this centerpiece,
With award-winning poems he can fleece;
A smile only a mortician can love,
And a face of a baseball glove.

Well, I salute this grand man!
Trying to pretend to be an American;
Love to see his comments, all the complaints,
Gob Callo in our country: The Saint!