So, I wrote a poem when i was half asleep and decided to share it with you guys, so here ya go:
.
.
.
Stripes decorate the chest of the man
As though he had long been a prisoner or
Rather a runaway convict for he always seemed to allude the chasers
Round contraptions decorated his opticals in such a way that it seemed he could see their goals: to find him, to join him, to see him? An unknown prospect.
He was gone as soon as spotted, darting away with an eerie confidence and wide grin that anyone who points him out be better off away.
He was neither a man nor beast but rather, an entity that sought to entice choas whilst unseen. In the mirror, his reflection stares back, the crimson, a reflection of his past misdeeds.
His elusiveness, difficult to eye through massive crowds, yet his wide smile that borderlined insane had his name written across it... His name? One may ask,
Why it's Waldo of course.