Best Boastful Poems
You are afraid you are too sensitive? Let me laugh.
First you would have to have feelings, Mr. Always Me Path.
Next you would have to care about another human being.
You are all about yourself, which is what I am always seeing.
Too sensitive? Are you kidding? It's a gag. It's a joke.
I have never in my life met a more "me-and-more-me" bloke.
Too sensitive? Who told you that, your sainted mother?
I know it was not your sister or your intelligent brother.
Your family and I laugh at your pompousness behind your back.
The amount of confidence you have is so clearly out of whack.
Your arrogance proceeds you, your selfishness a bore.
You are a blowhard pure and simple. Do you want to hear more?
Chance Rooster had greatest cockscomb around.
The deepest, coppery color, shiny and sound.
He strutted his stuff.
Put on lots of guff.
Turning off most hens for miles around.
Boastful billows flirt
Cloudy coital embraces
Midnight tango flight
The king of the oak mites thought
he was all that, and was gloriously puffed up
Making the roaches laugh, and the leaves shake
Even the caterpillar queens made fun of his arrogance
The princess of the anthill got angry
She had fallen completely smitten under his self-promotion.
You are all jealous of the oak mite king, she chastised us.
We did not mention him again, to her face….
Your zeal’s infective, flashed his frown,
Get it not to your headless crown.
We want our work done here,
If I must make it clear,
Let not your zeal spread, tone it down.
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A boss warns an executive for his enthusiasm, pointing his index finger.
Limerick |20.07.2024| humour, business
I know I must cover half the land
in my reseda green blades.
I know I came first, to enrich the earth's dry sands,
and to prepare for the beginnings of man.
I watched the trees grow giant, all alone
watched them stretch, heard them die and groan.
All this past I have lived, and I am tramped on, ignored,
"Outdone" by boastful blooms
that have over time been planted around me, a-top me.
That have stolen the sunlight that dapples my plains
And have quenched their thirst with what was supposed to be,
my rain.
Stargazers, lilies, irises
Bleeding heart, columbine, Hyacinths.
Gaining second, third views
and careful tending to.
When I am merely watched by lazy clouds.
Humans dig their sharp heels under my long blades,
And even then! They mow me flat every few days.
Further still, I endure their picnics
suffocating my soft fields.
Watch as he hands her a bouquet.
Ah! what a pitiful charade!
Then I silently mock the flowers that close every night to moonshine
while my strong green grasses dance all the time.
I sure love to agree with you,
With your idea from wildest blue,
I love to go along,
But then we’d both be wrong,
It’s better that I keep my view.
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A boss tells his assistant, why he cannot agree with her.
Limerick |01.08.2024| humour, business
He’s ace performer, cream of cream,
But wait, do we have to tell him?
At best, give him some bread,
Butter may get to head,
Soon, we may have to kill his dream.
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Told a boss to HR head with a bunch of appraisals.
Limerick |18.07.2024|humour
Initiative, nor ambition upfront,
Hire him, he’ll be good as my assistant,
I just want a workhorse,
Not one for the racecourse,
A pony’s oft good if not adamant.
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A boss said to his HR head
Limerick |16.07.2024| humour
There’s one thing of which I feel sure:
The goodness of no peer pressure.
That, year after long years,
I find for me no peers,
The boss said, peering in mirror.
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A boss boasted to his HR head
Limerick |15.07.2024| humour, business
Happy to have reached comfort zone,
They’re content for no good reason,
At peak of uselessness,
Their pigeon-hole no less,
And left with no more ambition.
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Muses a boss, seeing groups of employees gossiping at an office party.
Limerick |17.07.2024| humour, business
Fine, there’s no ‘I’ in TEAM,
There’s ‘ME’-- he talked of him.
‘ME’ is present
In management.
He said, pride spilled from brim.
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The boss boasted, his ego spilling over the brim.
Limerick |13.08.2024| humour, business
I’m as good an ear as ears go
If you tell me what I don’t know,
His finger firm on chest,
Looking the least modest,
Boastful ever, said his ego.
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Limerick |14.08.2024| humour, business
A quiet soul, a gentle hum,
Not beating on a boastful drum,
The ego's whispers overcome,
Judgment wisely held, fingers numb,
Just simple words, on lips outrun,
Understanding sought, all work done,
Mistakes are faced, not forgotten,
The rightful path, so finely spun,
With open heart, all are welcome
Sharing kindness before one`s numb,
A field of grace for everyone,
Imparts his glow, beneath the sun.