Analysis of "never said good-bye" a Sonnet

He was the life of the party,
all he wanted was a pepsi?
Always had my back and parted,
with an institution pendant.

His mohawk coloured of wild stripe,
of which he left the memory,
spinning like the grand entrance stride,
the skinny of ladies memoir.

He rode the wild fandango peel,
so mellow flowed the essence known,
his presence in we all would feel,
the charisma that he had shown.

He never said good-bye funny,
he was the life of the party.

Dedicated to Stephen Jepsen. R.I.P.