He is like the saxophone,
Jazzy, snazzy, and sometimes bluesy.
He is like leftover pizza
Eaten hot or cold; He's rarely choosy.

He's like a German Sheppard,
Friendly, playful and loyal.
He's treated as a new car;
Just a bit spoiled.

He's like your best pair of blue jeans
So familiar and fitting.
And like an old overstuffed couch,
So perfect for sitting.

He is like William Clinton,
Ever-changing and fickle.
His friendship's like the Amazon,
It's never merely a trickle.