I once met a person,
Who with no rhyme or reason,
Is called Chan.
Invisible, yet magnetic,
Being near Chan is therapeutic,
Or can just make you spastic.
Chan is a stalker,
What does their eyes miss,
Every word, every hug, every kiss.
Chan is sometimes sad,
Or mad,
But seen it no one had.
But don't fret, o Chan,
Let,
The troubles pass.
