You see him at school

They say he’s a tool

You stay away from him

But only by ritual

You hang out with friends

Your fear of him ends

But look in his car

You’ll find more than mittens

You see- could it be? Chew?

What else? Moldy Cheese? Ew

One look in his car

And your fear of him grew

Despite how he acts

You now know the facts

Sometimes what they say

Aligns with the facts