The jingle jangle man
Here comes the jingle jangle man
Who struts and swaggers he is his biggest fan
He doesn’t want anyone to be
Better than he himself you do see
He schemes at things behind your back
Don’t tell him your secrets or he will hack
Them making you look bad
In the end you’ll feel sad
As he walks with hands in pockets
Jingle jangle hear the racket
Take heed of his noise then
Don’t converse thinking he is a friend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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