In walks a lad, every step with an extra bounce
Name's Nate and a surname I can't pronounce
In love is he, with the great State of California
Of Sun, spirits and sultry sirens, tis a cornucopia
So meticulously clean, his room reeks of chlorine
Alas! On a tidy stove and sink, he seems not too keen
Chiefly grease and cheese, he has a diet that'd make,
The surgeon general choke, and Atkins drown in a lake
No member of the animal kingdom has he spared
Swimmers or land-dwellers, they've all been snared
None too shy, a macho image he seeks to exude
Ladies love the guy, and men just go, "Dude !"
However, beneath the tough exterior imagery
Lurks a tender heart that writes romantic poetry
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