Relaxed and composed,
He was a man at ease
With his short witty comments
His readers, he would please
At any unknown location
He would easily find his home
Faced with dire difficulties
With ease he could roam
However he was never
A man in the crowd
Often pouted for his opinions
He made his friends proud
Soft talk was his forte
Straight speech was his pride
His writings were his joy
His life too short to be called
A Perfect Ride
