There’s nobody so more handsome,
There’s nobody so more gorgeous.
Just look at him it’s so Trice Stone,
He may look great for a president.
The ladies ooh and awe over him,
The men are so jealous.
It’s Trice Stone he’s so handsome,
Each and every day gorgeous.
His face is so beautifully structured,
His muscles are so chiseled.
His favorite thing is being pictured,
His body mass is so perfected.
That’s the truest Trice Stone,
Trice might be such an athlete.
But his weakness is so wrong,
As his darkness is such perfectly.
Mr. Stone, can you tell me,
“What’s your favorite thing on Earth?”
He replied so greatly,
“That would be all the girls for all worth.”
He might be a rich person,
But his preciousness is weak.
As he didn’t work what he earns,
His daddy pays him every week.
Trice Stone a real rich person?
Huh, what’s that I heard?
His truest strengths aren’t left undone,
Is he really worth all that he earned?
Well, you’ve misheard,
He’ll be president of his daddy’s company.
Well, he won’t be worth it,
Until daddy dies, he’ll run before next presidency.
Poetry