This is a story of a creature named Handsome.
Now some say he was
And some say he wasn't.
But Handsome to him
Was just a cousin.
He was always kind and good.
Thinking of people whenever he could.
Some people, however, did not see,
The beauty of Handsome that was never to be.
People he's told are quick to judge,
Making opinions, never to budge.
Handsome left him with a broken heart
Because those with hatred are not very smart.
One thing he's learned
And he'll share it with you.
Handsome was handsome
Through and through.