In the land of laughter, where clown roam,
There's a character, wild, called Benson, our home,
With a nose for mischief and a grin so wide,
He turns ordinary moments into a joyous time.
In a world of serious faces, Benson stands medium,
His humor, a potion, breaking the seriousness.
With a quip and a jest, he dances through the day,
Turning things upside down in his bad way.
Benson, the clown, with a heart so light,
Spreads joy and laughter, morning 'til night.
His antics and jokes, a remedy for the soul,
In his company, happiness takes the lead.
So here's to Benson, the cheerful guide,
Whose laughter is catching, spreading far and wide.
In a world that needs mood, he's a revere friend,
Benson, the one, making dull moments mend up.
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Author:
Iddy Chesire (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem portrays my roommate, a constant source of humor and entertainment. I would describe him as a mood converter, effortlessly transforming any atmosphere with his infectious laughter and amusing presence.
- Category: Friendship
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Comments3
People like Benson are few and far between. Like gold dust they are, worth treasuring. A fine tribute to friendship.
Yeah sure. Thank you so much for your comment.
Wish there were more Benson's out there, I enjoyed your poem
Same case, for me he is the first person I ever met that always make my day.
Thank you so much for you comment.
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