ODE TO MIKE
Way too cool, a guy whom you'll
Come to think highly of;
Not 'bot fuel, but, does rule
The Satellite of Love.
We've come to like MSTie's Mike
Who riffs and smirks just fine.
He'll run or hike, crawl or - yike!
'Gotta hit that movie sign!'
Gentle facade (and whatta bod!),
Adaptable and burly.
He'll deflect the odd, endless jihad
Of that evil Lawgiver, Pearly.
>From Minnesota, he fills his quota
Of fun with bite and spice.
And we'll all note a large iota
Of cuteness, at half-price.
Begun, brand new, as cleaning crew
Wide-eyed, with goofy bits.
He's paid some dues, can dance on cue,
(But can't find underwear that fits).
Each week he greets, smilingly sweet
Us all, plus horrid movie pain.
But help's at hand, Mike's cheery, and,
Sometimes dense, but heck, he's sane.