Motor Mouth Clyde
the new employee was a walking cartoon
opening his mouth proved he was a buffoon
would have seemed wiser if he could have kept quiet
said the weirdest things, thought he was a riot
we ran from the lunchroom as soon as we spied
the exaggerator, who made up things, and always lied.
Did we ever give him a chance? Yes some of us tried.
But he was a horror, this motor-mouth, Clyde.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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