One day while I was walking, out upon the street,

I came across a person, you wouldn't normally meet;

He isn't short or skinny, he isn't short or fat,

He doesn't wear sunglasses, he doesn't wear a hat.

He is not red-headed, nor is he a brunette,

He can't remember many things, nor can he forget;

His eyes are not the color, of turquoise, brown, or green,

But I'm sure they're the most vibrant color I have ever seen.

He doesn't have a mustache, he doesn't have a beard,

He isn't very normal, though he isn't very weird;

He doesn't like to go to camp, yet he goes every time I go,

He likes to play some soccer, yet he never has told me so.

He doesn't go to work, nor does he go to school,

He does act sort of goofy, but I think he's very cool;

He's not the kind of person, that you can hear or see,

He's just a kind of person, imagined up by me!