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 © | Year Posted 2007

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