An ode to a friend

Tim, dear Tim, you look like a fruit.
Wearing pink pants, to hide your patoot.
I'll never know, in all of my life,
how you tricked Sara to be your sweet wife.

You fart like an fog horn,
but strangly don't stink,
And monkeys and movies
consume what you think.

You once had a worm,
who hitched for a ride,
"DID YOU SEE THE SIZE OF THAT THING? IT WAS LIKE THIS. YOU TOOK IT LIKE A MAN"
Was how I replied.

And now you're in Europe
Spreading the Word,
So i love you my friend...
something something tird.

I'm not good at poetry, so i panicked on the last line. oh well.