flattery and compliments oozed out of her
she would apple polish a weirdo, a cur.
a suave sycophant of the nth degree
her nose as brown and smelly as an eye can see
Categories:
sycophant, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
It counts a lot who is in Control:
In a venture he is The Petrol;
To tell The others The Relevant,
Fish out those who choose to gallivant,
Workers warn to be not Sycophant:
Those chasing the size of Elephant!
It matters a lot who does control:
Early fights his Catarrh with Menthol,
So that it staggers not his patrol
Or him reduce to one we console!
The one in control like Football Coach;
To be The one you mostly approach:
The Fellow to new topics broach
Upon his Province not dare encroach
The one to The ‘Bad Guy’ call Cockroach!
On A Pedestal who’s in control:
Then, eyes closed to sharing of Dettol
Over The Squabbles merely quibble
Or one’s barraging voice make feeble …
Who has found himself in control
Has for himself found painful Vitriol.
Categories:
sycophant, business, image, people, power,
Form: Rhyme
Only sack scratcher
one who harasses cossacks
It sucks and tiresome..
Categories:
sycophant, allegory, allusion, analogy, metaphor,
Form: Senryu
Slowly dripping down the steamy panes
To the warm floor, where the gasps
And the moist rest into numbness,
On a rainy nameless afternoon.
The sax fawning over the thin ankles
As they daintily savor the dark.
And the piano chords tickling
The brazen cheeks of drowsiness.
And then you pull out from the touch
For a smoke that fills the room with attire
All words are silent and all trees are free,
Unwonted by any cunning tongue or alphabet of God
And I keep looking this story in its fiery eyes
Waiting for its breath to ground and humble me.
Categories:
sycophant, love,
Form: Free verse
A man is at his ugly best
when he recovers from night rest
Look at that man
perhaps the resting sun
dwelt on his chest
the rays carried torments of the morrow
of the hectic routine he would follow
Throughout the night
he wore his eyes tight without their lid
Today He's after the man
who lured him to fell
the fruitful neem
that harbored his dream
by his numb thumb
he did succumb
should he get him
he'd lynch him with a deadly rage of hell
Categories:
sycophant, betrayal, political, power,
Form: Rhyme
How could a man be so cruel, i was thinking at deep
How could one make her weep , i was thinking at deep
she was a spinster,,and it was all she made for her
The abiogenesis of emotions never grew as she met a sycophant
It was all abnegated as she was a shrew,
While he was a taciture with a misogynistic heart
She was all fastidious but he always had a belief
Nothing is much balefulI unless we are not eccentric
Unless we are ascetic holding the parasol
It is only then all sycophants would die
It is only then when spinsters would have their men
When there is no intestatement of a soul
Categories:
sycophant, age, anger, autumn, betrayal,
Form: ABC
The Sycophant
By Elton Camp
“Sycophant,” just what does it mean?
It’s a person that all of us have seen
The first thing on the toady’s mind
To keep his nose up the boss’ behind
Whatever the super may come to say,
The sycophant agrees it’s just that way
The boss surely should think that it’s odd
Soon as he speaks, toady’s head will nod
This employee, not a chance will take
To help his employer avoid a mistake
If off a cliff the person is about to drive,
He says, “I am sure you’ll safely arrive.”
Such an employee’s contribution is nil,
However, he’s got a job and always will
Because if the simple truth’s what we say,
Many bosses really prefer it to be that way
Categories:
sycophant, funny
Form: Rhyme