Ian is a man with a silver tongue and golden heart,
both of which he shares freely with good humour and amazing grace.
But this noble beast has one vice from which he may never part.
Cussing and swearing emanates from the mouth on his face.
A Terrible Poem
Ian, a boy with orange hair,
hated unjust wars, which was fair.
He stood on a mine, which ejected his spine.
It's as if he was never there.