Preening Snob
once again, with an air of
smug self-satisfaction,
he flaunts his wealth and
social position,
boasting a lot about his
alleged pedigree,
traceable, he says, to some
distant royalty;
with what he thinks is sartorial
elegance,
he prances around in a snobbish
trance,
as atop his superbly
groomed hair,
dances a couple of lice,
a creepy pair;
I neither laugh nor make a face
at a face,
but I make an exception
in his case !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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