Buff Boy...I guess?

Turns out that the poem "Buff Boy" isn't so much a poem about a muscular guy as it is a poem about some things that rhyme with "hat." By far the best part is the picture I drew around the title:

So, like, what's up with his arms? Where are his joints? Is he so buff that his elbows became obsolete, leaving nothing but his wrists capable of bending or turning? If only I knew. What I do know is that this poem is pretty sub par. Too bad there aren't more illustrations to go along with it.

Buff Boy

Buff Boy has a really cool hat
He has a cat
His name is Matt
His girlfriend's fat
And her name is Pat
He hit her with a baseball bat
The ball hit a rat
Who didn't know where he was at
So he want to see a therapist named Kat
And so the rat sat
And told Kat
About the bat
Kat said it was the fault of Pat
Cause she was fat
And knew a cat
Whose name was Matt
It was all the fault of Buff Boy's really cool hat.

Ok. So this poem sucks a lot. It's also a little disturbing how emotionally and physically abusive Buff Boy is to his girlfriend, Pat. And the therapist Kat doesn't really offer much to help the situation, blaming it on Pat just because she is fat? Whatever. I guess back in the day I'd do anything for a good rhyme.