some say...

Some say
he is nuts like a crazy fox,
and sweet like nutella,
with chocolate and
hazelnuts.

Some say
he is great,
a pleasure of sorts,
when his words are known,
a secret whispered to the world.

Some say
he is fine and dandy,
like a good old brandy,
to toast and taste,
after the dinner's dessert.

Some say
he is mine,
a perfect gentleman
a fantastic chef,
that makes poetry with soufflé

Some say
so many things,
but the truth
is only for him to tell.