The Dingbat

Never before in my 17 years of life had I met a bigger dingbat than this one kid. 

This one kid with the thick blonde hair and the sick blue eyes. 

This one kid who was so awkward he talked incessantly to keep everyone from calling attention to it. 

This one kid who could make anyone smile just out of sheer determination to annoy them to death. 

Yeah, he was loud, obnoxious even, and seriously immature. 

You might even say he was a little insecure. 

But, he never really let that matter. 

Or at least he never gave you the time to consider 

That he was distracted and unfocused 

To the point where it seemed OCD 

That he could sing Acapella

Recite Speeches

And rap as if he was down with OPP

Lemme tell you how that boy could Sang

Yeah, I'm still talking about the dingbat 

Funny, I didn't believe him at the start

But when I heard him perform

He stole another little piece of my heart 

And I hated that about him 

I hated that he won me over so easily 

And I hated that he'll never know 

Just how much I liked everything about him 

From the size of his person to the size of his ego 

I might have loved him even 

But that's perhaps a little too strong 

I just remember how much it bothered me 

To think that he wasn't anywhere near the same page I was on 

You know, we had NOTHING in common

Like nothing at all 

With his boundless amounts of energy 

And my biting sarcasm 

His loathsome amount of pep

And my nature founded on reserve 

I will never understand what drew me to him 

How every little thing he did

Surprisingly, didn't make me mad 

And how the thought of him with 

Someone else made me hopelessly sad 

I mean in all reality 

It probably would never have worked 

We were just too different 

And too far apart 

I'll miss him though 

From the bottom of my heart

I guess I just wrote this poem 

To sort of, let him go

I won't forget my little dingbat 

And the gullible little freshman he was 

Though I'll never know what we could've been 

I'll reluctantly settle for what we were 

 A lady and her stooge 

….Only kidding.......Sort of.  Well Partially. 

Actually I don't quite know for sure. 

Somehow we became friends 

Despite all the nonsense that accompanied the prelude 

We managed to work it out in the end

Though it pains me to accept

That this he'll never realize

With this I'll conclude, 

You'll always have a friend in me Charlie 

Even if you're not a beautiful butterfly.