There once was a boy named Weston
At running, they all called him Beston
With blonde hair and blue eyes,
He’d soar ‘cross the skies,
And write for The Shield–never restin’.
His dog, named Presley, a pest,
Would bark and disturb every guest.
But through all the noise,
And his four-legged joys
Weston still loved him the best!
