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