'Milt'

Now that he was done showing her his house
The room had grown as quiet as a small mouse
She figured that she needed to show that she was nice
So she cleared her voice and then she broke the ice:
"My name is Becky," she said with a smile.
"Could you please tell me what your name is in a while?"

He gestured for a minute then walked through a door...
No one had ever asked him for HIS name before!
Then he came back, in his hand a pen...
A little confused, all she did was grin.
Taking up the pen in his left hand, he started to write
All over the skinny, pale palm of his right.
Then in his handwriting just gently unskilled
Was only one word, and that word was "Milt".