Prince Bob

Make way for the illustrious Prince Bob,
The enemy of sloth, unreason's foe,
A hero to those of his friends who know
His rich experiences with the mob.
He put the kettle gently on the hob,
Thus representing his hot temper: slow
But steaming at the end; it doesn't show
Unless his mother serves corn on the cob.

He's not a snob: he'll eat a hearty plate
Of frankfurters and beans without a smirk,
Then hit the gym. He hates the guys who lurk
By the free weights. They think they look so great,
Preening and posing. Bob is full of hate
For corn, large guys, and pianos that don't work.