This bit of rhyme
Is long overdue
I write this Vyk,
From me to you.

So clever, yet sweet
Lends a shoulder to cry
Lifts up your spirits
Till they're soaring high

At the computer a wizard,
Untouched by a few
A tongue like a lizard,
And uses it too.

Has danced with the Devil
Neath the pale moonlight
Also known as Psy....
The only one in his sights.

For her, he'd move mountains
And scale very high peaks
He refers to her fondly..
Calls her "sweet cheeks".

Our very own doctor
But he won't dispense meds
Says we're already insane..
Don't mess with our heads.

This bit of prose
Must come to an end
My work, it awaits
To my house I must tend.