In recognition of Robert Burns Day (at least it still is here in the US), I offer you my poem about the cheevo. I feel it's apropos since Burns was quite the alpha male in his day and was not short of ability in picking up the females.
Admittedly, my work is still a bit rough, and I'm not completely happy with it yet. It's in the form of a haiku. (Yes, I know Burns was Scots and haiku are not, but I'd like to have seen ole Rabbie try to pull this off!)
Oh, cheevo, want I.
Let me be the alpha male!
Hey! Where's all the chicks?
And for all of those who were able to finish all the haggis in your Burns supper...