His blonde, mullet haircut aside, Another thing filled Floyd with pride: His collection of shirts Made from tartan-print skirts, Gave him reason to not walk, but stride
A lass by the name of Elaine Was thrilled when it started to rain She took many photos Of her own "casual" pose: Staring blankly through the window pane
On a hot day you might split in half From the strength of your very own laugh When a guy in flip flops And two sheer, thin, cropped tops Is adorned with a large, wooly scarf
The cool vibe that a boy named Britt Seemed to, from his slouched posture, emit Was the bonus quite great Since proclaiming milk crates As the only thing on which he'd sit