One time I wrote a poem and it got published in a book. This... isn't it.

Butterflies in your buttonholes
The crust of a french-man
So much noobiness abounds
In you, Goofy Dan.

You jerk, but aren't a jerk
Munch your Scooby snacks galore
Sneaky signatures by Higgins
No letter is a bore

The Chacs- you wear 'em.
You rock the headband with much ease,
You're makin' everyone ask you
"Can I be granola like you, please?"

You are fooled by my freezes
Although you'll never admit
You're initials=wizard and
You're charming like Flitwick.