Ode to Just Bob

What can I say about Just Bob,
he is for real, he ain't no fraud.
He's great at writing rhymes,
and can whip out witty poems in no time!

Right now he's in Kansas City,
I feel for him, what a pity.
But he'll have some BBQ and fried food,
'cuz he is a down-to-earth kinda dude.

He's also an excellent bartender,
for those of us constantly on a bender.
Just wander over to the Wild Onion Cafe,
and he'll pour you a drink, and make your day.

Bob is the kind of person you'd want with you,
when you feel like doggie doo doo.
He'll make you laugh and make you smile,
while being very humble all the while.

We really love Bob even though he thinks,
he's not fit for anything, he thinks he stinks.
This is simply not true and we'll keep telling him,
until time goes out and the future is dim.

Blottie will also tell you he's a doll,
She may also guest post on here so don't bawl.
She'll do better than me...this poem sucks big time,
so without further ado I will now end this rhyme.