Debonair's Hair
Too often, with smug self-satisfaction,
he flaunts his wealth and social
position.
He boasts about his alleged pedigree,
traceable, he says, to some
royalty.
With what he thinks as sartorial elegance,
he prances around in a snobbish
trance.
But atop his glossily groomed hair
dance 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!
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