To be honest...all I heard in the beginning was "Bueller...Bueller..."
Then he began his poem. It doesn't even sound like poem. It seems like a comical monologue of one beloved speaking to the other. He uses great imagery, then he says "However." He doesn't smile, he just keeps a straight face, making it a bit more humorous. It's a dry humor, which can oftentimes be the best kind of humor. It's real somehow and I found it to be more entertaining than the other poems we previously heard. I don't know why - he was just sitting there reading, but his delivery was perfect for the piece in which he was reading.
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