You’re now a member of the pack.

But we don’t know what to call you.

Study your looks and what you do,

Nothing fits and it all sounds whack:

King, Tanner, Brownie, even Jack.

Cuteness on point; you never miss;

How about Barry, Tom, or Chris?

Bulky, toned muscles on your frame,

A heavy-hitter in a game,

Like UFC’s champ, you’re Francis.

Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt at: