Panache Again
Oh,dear,I’ve got panache again.
I suffer to please ancient men.
I dress in red gowns
Intermingled with brown.
Flamboyant and in fashion, I am.
It may be genetic,of course.
So I refuse to feel guilt or remorse.
e world is so sad
We may all go mad.
And that would be very much worse.
Panache is not wrong,anyway.
Self confidence is good,so they say.
Wear a cap with a feather
And a coat of real leather.
I’ll sell you all mine on E bay.
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