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!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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